Half-Moon.
In fact, it hasn’t been long since the last ti I ca here, but as they say, often co ho to have a look.
Though it seems like nothing has changed.
Everything is still shrouded in crimson glory, growing more intense with my arrival, while the Red Moon remains silent.
Even the armchair not far away hasn’t moved an inch.
Despite being covered in bruises, Fu Qian didn’t sit in the chair but casually chose a larger piece of rubble and, as he sat down, once again activated the Return Edict.
The crimson moonlight gently soothed, this essence of illusion, yet it easily induced a feeling of being in the cosmos, overlooking all beings, continued to fall into silence.
Fu Qian didn’t mind this solitude, maintaining a thinker’s posture as if he could stay there forever.
...
111, I knew there would be additional damage.
In fact, Fu Qian was indeed contemplating, even taking stock of the gains and losses of this journey.
The first item, without a doubt, was the SAN Points.
And as expected, compared to Brother Sanxun’s previous result of 29 points, he even lost an additional 5 points.
As for how it ca about, it’s not hard to understand— the disappearance of the Rule was just a façade given by Patch, so what about Brother Sanxun, who is nearly one with the Rule?
Fu Qian inclined to believe he, too, had rely entered an invisible state.
Which ans if Brother Sanxun continues to attack him, it is likely still effective, only with a delay similar to flesh wounds.
And he would almost certainly do so.
After all, the final scene suggested that it was undoubtedly himself, the culprit, using the Great Summoning Spell to cause mischief.
Patch, old chap, really had a bit of a prankster’s flair, I must say.
This way of helping, replacing it with soone less resilient, could be the type to not know how they died.
Fortunately, the reason I thought to use the lantern at that ti was just to add a higher-level variable to the predicant, never hoping to escape while lying down.
After all, a projection is just a projection, and it would most likely dissipate directly once ti ran out, with little expected drive to break free from the cage.
If a projection could indeed persist under constraints, it might not be a bad thing for many struggling Superior Beings.
Plus, since the most unlikely character I inferred turned up, Fu Qian could say his first reaction was to interpret it as a prank.
And hence opted for an overly composed audience stance.
Of course, the contribution of Patch, old chap, isn’t to be erased.
Though it made the situation more perilous, it indeed offered a possibility for escape.
Though what He was eager to witness was likely the process of flying flesh driven toward this possibility.
But without wasting this point, I successfully escaped and saved my trump card, maintaining the crafted persona as a magician to the end.
Even over in Xi Yuan, this might very well lead to a restoration of tranquility.
...
The Transcription of Truth was destroyed in my hands, the tree inclined to certify a golden body chose to remove itself from the public eye, Sha Ming gained benefits but lost the treasured item, the Huang Family was severely diminished, and within Xi Yuan City, there might be more than one bloody case that could no longer remain hidden.
Developnts have reached this point, and no matter how grand the sches behind the rag doll, cleanup will be inevitable.
Based on their actions in the entire affair, this incident will likely be concealed very well.
Without revisiting the site, it’s easy to imagine the survival pressure Sha Ming will face.
And with myself as the mysterious figure vanished, unable to add pressure, the ans of concealnt most likely wouldn’t be of the most extre kind.
From this perspective, for the sake of the people of Xi Yuan, it might be best not to rush back.
Furthermore, being able to synchronize imdiately to the Half-Moon without wearing a mask, the Red Moon has once again displayed His presence.
Just don’t know what would happen if I sat on that chair under these circumstances.
"Hehe..."
Fu Qian did not attempt that; instead, he focused on healing his body’s wounds, even casually manifesting a pair of shorts.
Just as he was finishing the patching up, a string of soft laughter suddenly sounded.
Following the sound, he saw that a figure had suddenly appeared silently on the chair.
Naked feet crossed, a blood-red dress clung to the body like cobwebs; even at such a close distance, it was still impossible to make out the face.
Red Moon... this appearance was all too familiar to Fu Qian.
During the Pseudo-God Ritual, while caught in that sweet nightmare, Red Moon, who called herself mother, appeared in this form, even helping nd his wounds.
But that was the only ti, as outside that Dream, She never assud a human form, and had stopped speaking for so ti.
Even after accepting Yasui Tokiyuki as a blood bag, it didn’t seem to improve her condition much.
"Recently took a trip, and there’s been a lot of work after coming back..."
Although the face was hidden, and nothing was said after that string of laughter, Fu Qian was very certain that Red Moon was "looking" at him.
And facing that gaze, he, having recovered significantly, stood directly and approached the armchair before stopping.
Then naturally sitting down beside, Fu Qian didn’t take the chance to inquire about any ancient secrets, but rather chatted idly, as if talking about work concerns, paying no mind to Red Moon’s responses.
"Luckily, so projects in hand did bear so fruits..."
"Not only are the relevant parties quite satisfied, but even so colleagues who originally had opinions on work arrangents are now very motivated..."
"But upon returning, I found quite a few people also thinking about returning ho, so, won’t be able to relax for a while..."
...
"Good child..."
Red Moon was evidently a good listener throughout the aimless monologue, showing no signs of impatience.
After Fu Qian conveyed his beautiful vision for the future, she even opened her mouth to praise slowly.
Seems there is indeed so effect; the harvest of this expedition is indeed notable.
Once again hearing her voice after many days, Fu Qian found himself genuinely gratified.
Red Moon’s poor state was apparent, and it looked challenging to restore.
But the scene when he first responded to Her Summoning, Fu Qian never forgot.
The chasms like bent claws and tentacles, as though the body was forcibly molded into a moon.
When capturing Yasui Tokiyuki, those claws actually spread out.
His judgnt at the ti, similar to Hamadus, was a Curse that no Divine Beings could resist back then.
One harvest of this expedition was the transformative Return Edict, which showed quite a good dispelling effect even before leveling up.
And it turned out that now it had so effect on Red Moon’s state too—though not much.
Without moving, as Red Moon gently brushed her fingers from his face to his forehead after saying that one sentence, Fu Qian allowed it, not doubting it could crack open his head again at any ti with just the soft fingertips.
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