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 some degree of nobility, but in the realm dominated by me, these treacherous antics are somewhat 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 extreme 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 moment 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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Merely projecting an image of such scale is indeed consistent with how just a glance would consume 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 some festive sanguine gloom, yet changed form in just a breath.
It didn’t disappear but transformed 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 seemed to protrude and elevate, growing out bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed from a simple sketch into a colossal entity a hundred times the volume of a Finger Ball.
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This is what it means to bring the second dimension into reality!
Such a miraculous scene, Fu Qian could not miss, even immediately giving his evaluation.
And this wasn’t his only harvest; the previous speculation was confirmed.
With the unfolding of the emblem’s dimension, the flowing silver filaments 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 moment, the gigantic sphere has come 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 immense 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 moment.
Every thread constituting the sanctuary seemed to resonate ever since Ian was blasted apart.
And this resonance pierced through the dreamscape, linking with innumerable human wills.
Like the legendary Vitality Bullet, countless inner desires of men and women dripped into it, coalescing into an alternative ocean.
An ocean comparable to nitroglycerin.
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