No wonder they say eyes are the windows to the soul.
The thief revealing its true nature, this ti finally responded promptly.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian beca the undeniable focal point of attention.
Fortunately, he usually had no stage fright issues, and for a mont, he returned the gaze with deep affection—indeed, he truly received a deep affection in return.
Behind those eyes was a "thing," and it was not the thief.
The eyeball he tossed out was rely a kind of initiator, only intended to trigger a subsequent reaction.
As for what reaction?
To put it plainly, a more special existence behind the blood flow was awakened by such a sacrifice.
And to be more precise, the so-called "awakening" was essentially the thief making that power clearer through this stimulus, the eyeball’s gaze being rely a manifestation.
As previously ntioned, he would not truly break this place and invite the thing in.
So even if the scene before his eyes heightened, it was rely an embodint of internal fear—but at least the scene was heightened, wasn’t it?
Although he lost his Extraordinary Perception, it didn’t stop Fu Qian from feeling the imnse fear behind all those gazes, even as his blood felt lead-heavy within him.
Thump, thump, thump...
The palm of Fu Qian’s raised hand was continually collecting eyeballs dropping along with blood flow.
And even as the newcors were flicked away, scattering all around, it didn’t stop them from staring persistently this way.
"Is it that one?"
While holding a lump of softness, Fu Qian turned to the Witch beside him for confirmation.
Don’t just assu things; be open to the Pontiff’s teachings.
"Yes, it’s alive, the power core of this Nightmare, but it lacks obvious consciousness, with malice almost born from instinct.
"As for the effects displayed, they seem to be the opposite of the blood loss accumulating in us, which might very well be why this place is so fragile at its core, achieving a special stable state akin to impurity and purity."
The Witch did not disappoint, providing feedback that was utterly reliable.
...
"And do they take the relic’s exit as the boundary? Is that why we felt what we did earlier, and would breaking through it cause the Nightmare to collapse?"
The Witch’s subsequent description was sowhat abstract, but for academic Fu Qian, it was still not hard to understand, even seamlessly integrating with the previous contents.
"Do you guys really have so issue—or rather don’t believe? Do you still want out?"
Unfortunately, for those lacking academic spirit, listening to such an exchange could be quite torturous.
Almost as soon as Fu Qian finished speaking, the thief’s roar echoed, sharp enough to grind down one’s eardrum.
Though the ssage questioned Fu Qian and the Witch’s brains, one could hear the extre self-doubt.
In his perception, the current situation should never have happened.
Once the "blood" behind it was felt, the thought of leaving should never exist.
"That’s indeed the case, while the outside force is the power core, this contrast between purity and impurity forms the crux of this dreamscape.
"Once the boundary is no longer clear, that power core will tear everything apart."
Unfortunately, the Witch’s response once again demonstrated being oblivious to the surroundings.
She quickly affird Fu Qian’s assertion, without even glancing upwards.
Wandering here felt like dismantling a bomb.
At that mont, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
His speculation confird, yet the situation appeared even graver.
This Nightmare might be abstract, but it’s actually quite fragile.
From this viewpoint, the thief truly had it tough.
Facing nurous desires born to break barriers, if not for him perfectly fulfilling the role of Gatekeeper, it’s hard to imagine the Nightmare could have persisted till now.
So here’s the question, how should this calamity be dismantled?
"If you directly eliminate it, might it create a bit of a ti window?
"Without this detonator, with your grasp over this place, can you substitute and maintain it briefly?"
Seemingly difficult, yet Fu Qian’s suggestion ca quickly.
"Haha... you madman! Do you even know what you’re saying?"
While the Witch contemplated, the thief once more forcibly made his presence known.
The upside of being regarded as air is this—since earlier, he had never been acknowledged, but the open exchange between Fu Qian and the Witch had led him to overhear too much startling content.
And amidst laughter, the thief’s frantic motion above stopped, staring dead-on at Fu Qian as if ready to leap over and bite at any mont.
Clearly, his attitude towards the power behind the "blood" was complex, both fearful and reverent, making it untouchable.
"Of course, I do, and I’m seriously studying its feasibility right now."
This ti, Fu Qian finally gave him a slight respect, even nodding his way.
"Do you want to join in the research, like, to see what this place could beco then?"
Hmm...
As if he had lost the ability to speak, or perhaps accepted Fu Qian’s suggestion, the thief remained silent, seemingly involuntarily beginning to imagine.
Thud—
As if so emotion finally reached its pinnacle, at a certain mont, he convulsed, mouth wide open, mimicking a vomiting motion.
Even though upon completion, nothing appeared to erge from that wide-open mouth.
"The bugs didn’t crawl in from outside but are rather the embodint of fear, the foundational base of this Nightmare truly is greatly idealistic."
Yet Fu Qian was unconcerned, nodding to the Witch, even blowing a breath into the air the very next mont.
Boom—
The golden fla leapt up in an instant, as though igniting so cylindrical thing still wildly thrashing.
Indeed, the thief didn’t just vomit nothing; he had spewed out those earlier bugs.
...
"It truly is a theoretical solution, maintaining it briefly shouldn’t be too problematic, though it has a prerequisite that it must be eliminated cleanly while involving as little else as possible."
The Knight not only left room for his own reflection but even casually conducted a small test, once more verifying previous conjectures.
Such excellent ti managent seemingly allowed the Witch to see the day of the Dark Moon Sect’s revival, granting her generously bestowing her teachings.
"Now the issue is, even though I can lock onto it to so extent, its form of existence is still too abstract, the boundaries blurred, making it difficult to execute effectively."
Yet not all the news was good, the Witch quickly pointed out the core difficulty of the plan, the truly daunting aspect.
"So the strike must be efficient and precise... understood."
Fu Qian listened intently, lifting his head the next mont, in deanor as if gazing at so non-existent illusory form—and proceeded to ignite the Calamity Eye wide open above.
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