Veron really didn’t see it.
Because the sufferer has already been granted salvation, ascending to the Other Shore.
Honestly, for Fu Qian, this was a sowhat unexpected situation.
The Witch did say that after the Burial Scroll is opened, she would beco the core of the existence of the concept of the Other Shore.
But on one hand, there’s already the example of "world weary" as a comparison, knowing that being the existing core is one thing, but it doesn’t an being the controller.
On the other hand, on the Witch’s side, it’s already been tested, and nothing too strange occurred.
However, this second use not only kept artificial perception effective, but there was even an extra harvest related to the attribute of the Other Shore.
Actually, there was still a process in between. At first, Fu Qian confird that compared to the first ti, there was nothing different about himself.
However, when "self-examining" from the perspective of Heart Demon, he found he could do so special operations.
The Other Shore was really condensing, with himself as the core.
To be precise, it’s as if he was donning the skin of the Angel of Comfort.
As long as he’s willing, he can escape into the Other Shore at any ti.
As for why such changes occurred, in Fu Qian’s view, the Heart Demon combined with the unnad was an indispensable factor.
Under this special perspective, ti, space, concept... everything was becoming abstract, making extraction and condensation easier.
Just like the Jade Soul Master back then seeking the Abandoned Prison.
In short, Fu Qian, who never liked rejecting new things, silently drove this change.
At this very mont, he was very sure that with just one thought, he could truly sever himself from the world.
As for the one whose head was blown off, the situation was simpler—Fu Qian really applied this thought to him.
The dium was the rcy in his hand, the na of the gun was really quite fitting.
In his own perspective, the sufferer still sat there, with a rampant "eye" blown open above his head.
But in reality, his nature was just like the Academy Exploration Team entering the Other Shore back then, the existence itself had been directly detached from the audience’s perception.
"Why did you shoot..."
Veron’s reaction proved this point.
After a long silence, he stared at the gun in Fu Qian’s hand, seemingly finally realizing what he just did.
"To treat... us?"
But before Fu Qian could answer, Veron had already found a reason himself, his face sowhat grim.
"Aren’t you all okay? Why treat you?"
Unfortunately, even so, Fu Qian still didn’t let him off, he asked back with a seemingly amused expression.
...
Of course, not only was the sufferer used as a test.
He had promised to help earlier, for Fu Qian, this was just a small reward taken along the way.
Didn’t notice that at the first mont of entering the Other Shore, the victim had already quieted down?
The earlier shot seed horrifying, but in fact, the control was extrely precise, only lifting the skull.
Even the Psychic Series, which is not known for physicality, wouldn’t fall so quickly.
The reason why he no longer struggled like before is actually simple—he was forcibly disconnected.
The isolation of the Other Shore was proven once again.
Even this influence originating from the "unnamable" was forcibly cut off.
It’s important to emphasize that after establishing contact, Fu Qian didn’t forget to confirm the question raised earlier, which is who exactly is the script author.
After all, it’s hard to imagine Jade Soul Master or Impermanence, after reaching Transcendence, would have nothing better to do but be a third-rate playwright over there.
And the final conclusion obtained is that this script in the Brain Dance state is almost equivalent to a living creature, surviving according to instinct and responding to stimuli received.
And what gives it such vitality is the unnamable Heavenly Dao.
This point makes it so that even Fu Qian finds it not so easy to directly cancel.
Similar to being able to change the script content, but not directly cancel the performance.
Forcing it would risk compromising the ntal state of the actors.
And this poor victim in front of him was already miserable enough.
In short, in so sense, this can indeed be seen as a way of dialogue with higher powers or the cosmos.
And these Brain Dance patients are like the legendary Chosen Ones with enlightened roots.
Of course, one of these enlightened roots has already been blasted by himself, hahaha...
"Why?"
Laughing wildly in his heart, Fu Qian’s face remained expressionless, staring at Veron and asking again, not giving him a chance to dodge the previous question.
...
Extracting the sufferer from the network was still not the final goal.
For Fu Qian, doing so was on one hand to test if the violent cracking thod of the Other Shore would work, and on the other hand, he hoped for a chain reaction.
At Byeluk, Old Master Nate had already set an example.
When one less person is in the script, the whole state of the Brain Dance becos unstable, so much so that the warehouse had to be sent to extinguish the fire.
So now?
This wasn’t just an actor absent due to illness, it’s directly not matching the script and number of people.
This effect, comparable to elimination, what kind of shock will it cause?
"We... might still need extra confirmation..."
A bit aggressive indeed, Old Master Veron was montarily speechless, it was Professor Yang who stepped up with difficulty.
"Really? Then it seems my tool wasn’t wrong—though you ask to help confirm, is that true?"
Fu Qian nodded, rcy in his hand swayed, seemingly choosing a forehead, then his tone shifted.
...
It seems to have begun, indeed flexible adjustnt has its limits.
The air was quiet, but at that mont, the expression on the faces of the two old masters gave a sense of riotous tumult.
Unease, anxiety, anger... all kinds of faintly discernible negative emotions swiftly intertwined.
Until it seed it couldn’t bear anymore, the next mont was going to completely collapse... but it suddenly solidified there, losing all vitality.
Legend has it that it lightly shattered?
Good, efficiency is nice.
If slower, he’d have to consider directly transcending them.
Feeling the deathly silence, Fu Qian praised internally.
Because of the Heart Demon’s connection, he knew well that beneath the calm a storm was brewing.
The stage had collapsed, the actors washed their makeup away.
The reverse tic power from the Angel of Comfort was like poison to the Brain Dance, causing chain collapse in the blink of an eye.
The remaining holders of enlightened roots finally succumbed to Professor Fu’s hands.
Humph, this is the consequence of opposing my Heaven’s Comncent.
"It’s been checked, you all are fine."
The villain’s exterminating laughter only echoed in his heart, at that mont Fu Qian nodded, no longer demanding an answer, and gave an optimistic diagnosis.
"He is too."
At the sa ti, the muzzle turned, pointing towards a nearby flesh and blood blurred head.
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