Chapter 1561: Chapter 1556: Eradicating Evil
The fleeting illusion, the love of good and evil deceit, what I bestow upon you is truly yours.
If I choose not to give, declaring it otherwise would be quite impolite.
After casually firing a gigantic Air Bullet, Fu Qian faced the White Head Sanctuary, now adorned with both youth and beauty, with proud disdain.
I admit you do possess so degree of nobility, but in the realm dominated by , these treacherous antics are sowhat naive.
Nobility naturally refers to this White Head Sanctuary projected into the dreamscape, with the Finger Ball as the marker and the ecstasy from Brother Benji as the drive.
Its reaction to further blasphemy earlier clearly proved a lot.
This sanctuary, sacred and noble, making one reluctant to entertain even the slightest impure thought, paradoxically seems to represent the extre of desire.
Such contrast is both fascinating and reasonable.
It offers another example different from Professor Chang Mo’s previous speculation.
Vaguely, Fu Qian recalled the mont when he crushed the reward of depraved ecstasy, beholding the “stomach” crafted by the Tree of Ecstasy, blotting out the sky.
According to the depraved ecstasy’s own description, it is a vessel of will after witnessing the Divine Beings, and what one sees through it, naturally, is the true form of God.
Although due to the filtering effect of the warehouse, the form of the power wasn’t too clear back then.
But that enlightened moan earlier certainly carried the essence of the Seed of Ecstasy, or perhaps an “invitation.”
Is this the sanctuary of that stomach?
Such a possibility cannot be excluded.
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rely projecting an image of such scale is indeed consistent with how just a glance would consu dozens of one’s SAN Points.
Unfortunately, this Great Entity seems not to be very bright either.
Choosing not to go all out in a foreign battlefield, playing little tricks instead.
The normal Air Bullet certainly doesn’t possess such a power, but endowed with the dominion power within the Clear Dream Ring, much is just a thought away for oneself.
Fortunately, it’s comforting that “He” seems to learn a bit from experience.
The sanctuary gained so festive sanguine gloom, yet changed form in just a breath.
It didn’t disappear but transford in a peculiar way.
If one must describe it, it’s like tomato sauce poured over spaghetti, starting to stir slowly.
Is it even a type of vermicelli?
Amidst this magical scene, Fu Qian’s gaze landed on the drooping silver threads.
Is the entire sanctuary composed of such things?
Without necessity, don’t materialize entities.
Almost with this thought, the bloody massive emblem at the front began to move.
Not in its entirety, but the symbol resembling a Finger Ball.
Silently, the interwoven lines from the emblem seed to protrude and elevate, growing out bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, it transford from a simple sketch into a colossal entity a hundred tis the volu of a Finger Ball.
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This is what it ans to bring the second dinsion into reality!
Such a miraculous scene, Fu Qian could not miss, even imdiately giving his evaluation.
And this wasn’t his only harvest; the previous speculation was confird.
With the unfolding of the emblem’s dinsion, the flowing silver filants within revealed more signs.
Converging, pulling, countless white hairs forged this scene in a peculiar manner.
Even behind the entirely suspended giant Finger Ball, threads defying the law of physics radiated out radially.
At this mont, the gigantic sphere has co to a halt, with an absolute transcendental posture, commanding over the entire sanctuary.
Even reigning over this dreamscape.
As the master, Fu Qian could clearly feel the imnse pressure Clear Dream Ring faced, almost groaning under the weight.
This Great Entity, surprisingly accommodating, truly refrained from making minor offenses—having changed to grand fireworks instead.
The threads are trembling, not just those behind the Finger Ball.
A feeling present from earlier was thoroughly exposed at this mont.
Every thread constituting the sanctuary seed to resonate ever since Ian was blasted apart.
And this resonance pierced through the dreamscape, linking with innurable human wills.
Like the legendary Vitality Bullet, countless inner desires of n and won dripped into it, coalescing into an alternative ocean.
An ocean comparable to nitroglycerin.
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As the Master of the Dream Realm, Fu Qian is very certain the resonance absorbed by the giant Finger Ball might explode in an extrely violent manner at any ti.
It’s hard to say what effect it would have on the physical body, but its nature should be akin to detonating a nuclear bomb within the mind.
A mistake might make his mind cleaner than Brother Ariel’s.
Or perhaps it could be entirely filthy, with ecstasy from layers one to a hundred all finding a ho in the Ecstasy Exhibition Hall?
As the threads surge, one can already see tree-like patterns swelling in more than one part of this sanctuary, like blood-filled veins under the skin.
Also like the Tree of Ecstasy seen on that “stomach.”
It truly is “He”!
Having graciously taken dozens of his SAN Points earlier, at this opportune ti, this must be a bigger gift to himself, the impolite peruser.
Even under his own encouragent, one can distinctly feel this sanctuary, though it whirls, moves ever closer to integrating with the dreamscape, even subtly reinforcing its existence.
In every way trying to eliminate the opportunity to end the dreamscape and avoid damage to the utmost extent.
The grand one is coming.
Amid this realization, Fu Qian gazed upon the giant Finger Ball, nearly transforming into light, blinking in admiration.
Boom!
Endless golden flas surged skyward, sweeping in every direction amidst the trembling of every thread.
What’s that saying again?
The Ancient Calamity Master returns to the world this day.
How dare the petty disturb the Abandonnt King’s peaceful dreams.
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White hair cascades like waves, pleasure cos to an end.
The explosive manifestation of ecstasy within the Finger Ball is indeed unique.
Even causing the entire sanctuary to instantaneously fall into the Fire of Madness.
In this rampant annihilation, everything rapidly disassembles.
Finger Ball, sanctuary, all that is sacred and transcendent, dragged down harshly, ground to dust.
The ocean of desire dissipates faster than it forms, without even the chance to showcase its violent nature.
Who told you I would want to escape the dreamscape and run away?
Finally appearing, beside Brother Benji’s dining table, Professor Fu is already seated in the chair, squinting to sense echoes from distant infinities, letting out a cold snort.
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