"Is it really that targeting?"
Fu Qian felt deeply curious for a mont about the Witch’s statent, while his hands kept moving.
The pollution of the "Other Shore" attribute seed to be sothing the Witch and he kept bouncing between.
Yet it was leveraging it that allowed them to ultimately pinpoint and arrive at the Nightmare Corridor, and the harvest within just happened to clear the pollution?
Was this part of the First Generation Dark Moon’s plan? Isn’t it a bit too exaggerated?
"I wasn’t sure at first, but after trying, I found the resistance wasn’t as strong as imagined. This power itself is in a rather unique state."
Gazing at the blood dripping from Fu Qian’s hand, the Witch gently shook her head, appearing to lean towards it not being deliberately planned.
"How is it unique?"
The blood on the scroll quickly penetrated inside, while a faint halo could be clearly seen rising on the surface.
"It’s hard to describe. It seems sowhat unreal, thus not so exalted, perhaps you can study it more after you return—do you feel it?"
The Witch’s answer was evidently very carefully considered.
Not waiting for Fu Qian to ask again, she changed the subject.
"I felt it."
The conversation was quite jumpy, yet it was still not as elusive as the Pontiff himself.
Fu Qian nodded while looking at the empty room.
No doubt, right after the question was asked, the Witch had vanished on the spot.
Fortunately, he knew where she went — Fu Qian turned, his gaze falling on the lounge chair over there.
"Very good."
The next mont, a figure indeed slowly erged there.
The Witch lay comfortably on it, her wings having found a spot for themselves.
"Hope it works for you when you go back."
...
"You made a detector? Isn’t it a bit of a waste for sothing so precious?"
Musing with the Burial Scroll in his hand, Fu Qian sighed.
The Witch hadn’t left, just used her ability to briefly hide; such a thod wasn’t hard to conceive.
Including her obvious fondness for the lounge chair — but Fu Qian hadn’t been guessing.
Sensation.
Sothing long insulated appeared on him again.
Even outside of the field of vision, at that mont Fu Qian still felt the Witch’s gaze.
Indeed worthy as my Dark Moon Cult Leader, even through such tumultuous experiences, still hasn’t forgotten the task at hand.
As for how she did it, the Witch had explained earlier — she linked herself with the buried concept of the "Other Shore."
"So hopefully you can use it to discover more interesting things."
The Witch didn’t seem to mind that it was a relic of "mother," rely encouraging him with a grin.
"Every ti your blood drops onto it, the buried Other Shore will be temporarily unleashed.
"It doesn’t cause any harm, but will vibrate the foundational layer of the Transcendent, so that even the Divine Beings can’t be immune."
"And as a result, you’ll receive feedback if soone is watching you."
...
So besides the radar for sight, now he had malicious perception?
"Divine Beings can’t be immune" sounded a bit exaggerated, but given his rich theoretical foundation, Fu Qian still expressed understanding.
In Night Holy City, he had the fortune to consult the ancient Great Power Lord Rainbow of Radiance about his Divine Trait issue.
It’s about why, despite being a newly born trait, he could imdiately arrange an indistinguishable counterpart.
And the answer was that it could be so quick because the information of the "new trait," even before it appeared, was conveyed to the entire supernatural system.
Soone like him standing at the top, could sowhat grasp it.
In fact, ever since the Witch ntioned the operation chanism of the Burial Scroll, Fu Qian had recalled that conversation.
The buried item wasn’t simply hidden but disappeared directly from the supernatural system.
It seed similar to the concept of a new Divine Trait birth at the ti, just that the form was inverted.
Now with the Witch’s manipulation, even the form was the sa.
His blood dropped onto the scroll, the "Other Shore" was briefly released, practically a flip-side of the Divine Trait birth.
As the core of this power, he acted like bats emitting ultrasound to probe the surroundings, although still sowhat passive—
"Does it have to be a character currently watching ?"
Fu Qian confird.
"Yes, since essentially it’s utilizing others’ perception, and the ti is rather brief, plus you can only trigger it once a day."
The Witch nodded, her figure disappearing again.
This ti, to Fu Qian it was empty there, unable to sense anything.
"Very nice."
Knew the Witch had used the technique of covering one’s ears while stealing a bell, just like she said before, now no longer watching him.
Indeed proven true, as long as she covered her ears, he truly couldn’t hear.
But even so, Fu Qian still gave high praise to the gift.
The key was how to use it, if soone else might not find much significance, but to him it was full of strategic value.
It was the first long-range detection thod acquired since ascending as the chanical Abandoned Prison King.
Often a brief lock could allow lots of things to be done.
Moreover, most contenders if targeted by the "Tyrant," would find it hard to have the courage to cover one’s ears while stealing a bell, right?
Even the daily usage interval could be considered ample.
To soone like him who has many enemies, it could be used to detect hostility, possibly with even the thrill of fishing.
...
"The ti’s about right."
The Witch was clearly gratified with the Knight’s satisfaction with the gift.
However, upon reappearing, she didn’t continue the topic, instead directly reminding him.
Speaking while even clapping her hands, the scene before them transford again, for instance into two chairs—
Silently, they had both returned to the top of the chapel, with the Witch already seated in her spot.
"Indeed, about ti."
Fu Qian glanced at himself.
The wound was still slow to heal, despite briefly improving before.
Theoretically, after burying the "Other Shore," the Bookstore World would have a significant improvent in pulling him, allowing him to stay here longer.
However, the Witch evidently didn’t want him hitting the road with sothing whose effect was undefined, insisting on an onsite test.
Besides, under that state, he might take another tour of the Nightmare Corridor.
Having just caused chaos over there, she seed reluctant for him to stimulate the big prisoners so soon.
"Here, returning this to you."
Fu Qian was blunt for a mont, putting away the scroll, while handing over a bone chain.
To the Witch, it seed inherently linked to her.
Given he could provide it anyti and had many foes, it was best for her to keep it herself.
"Fine."
The Witch casually took it, yet saw the Knight’s gaze land on the small doll beside her hand.
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