The moment I nearly crossed the boundary, the thorn gate behind me closed shut, and the Clear Dream Ring dissipated along with it.
It was apparent that the Red Moon had no desire whatsoever to maintain any connection with that place.
Fu Qian naturally had no objections to this.
With such a commotion just now, if the traps were indeed set by the Night Watchman, a response would surely come swiftly and efficiently.
After all, once the trap is sprung, they’d want to come collect their prey immediately to prevent its escape.
Now, they’ll probably need to brainstorm thoroughly about what exactly happened in between.
All things considered, it was a great success.
Fu Qian didn’t rush to inspect his spoils of war. Instead, he tossed aside the egg in his hand and immediately reverted from his Mythical Form while activating the Return Edict.
Given the efficiency of the whole process, the transformation into a Pseudo-Divine Being was still not over, but at this very moment, his appearance was undoubtedly quite pitiful.
Such direct immersion in a toxic pool was akin to subjecting his entire body to the condition his legs were in during his first exploration.
Even with the protection of the Mythical Form, his appearance was already similar to those corrupt phoenixes, with hardly any flesh left on his face.
And in the end, to dodge that ambush by a special insect, his upper body took a hit from a rotting beam, losing a large piece of his left ribs.
The next moment, Fu Qian reached out and pulled a trespassing insect from the few remaining strands.
Brought into a foreign environment so suddenly, the latter was clearly uneasy, contracting its body, no longer as lively as before.
Yet even so, its sharp, thin mouth still couldn’t completely conceal the soft teeth within.
“Welcome to—”
Fu Qian didn’t rush to dispose of the bug. Instead, with a grin distorting his torn cheek muscles, he gestured a gruesome welcome.
Regrettably, the greeting was not even finished when the bug disintegrated into tiny bits in his hand, as if sliced by countless blades.
Fu Qian felt the same about his body.
Flesh, blood, and skin seemed to be caught in a sword storm, thoroughly butchered as if by a skilled chef.
Given the deep level of contamination, he promptly lost over half his body weight, not needing to mention how refreshingly painful it was.
Of course, the effects were clear to see. The previously stagnant situation was instantly broken, and the contamination fiercely resisting the Return Edict melted rapidly like thin snow under the blazing Sun.
A job that was expected to take at least several hours was completed in half a minute.
“Thank you.”
And as soon as he regained the ability to speak, Fu Qian sincerely expressed his gratitude immediately.
Without a doubt, from exterminating the insect to scraping the bones, all these actions came from the Red Moon.
It didn’t complain about him wandering into dangerous places and bringing back filth, but instead lent a helping hand.
It impeccably cleansed him with delicate precision and directly dissolved the contamination.
Because of the initial condition of the Red Moon, Fu Qian had not held such optimistic expectations.
But now, all that was left to do was to wait for a gradual recovery.
At this time, the transformation into a Pseudo-Divine Being finally ended, and Fu Qian, no longer persisting, found a relatively even rock to sit down.
“Child…”
It was not until this moment that Red Moon’s voice, filled with profound sympathy, rang out again, even more emotional than last time.
However, such care was no comfort to Fu Qian. The non-existent scalp on his head tingled as an ominous premonition rose in his heart, looking down at his hand.
…
As expected!
The next moment, a strikingly familiar red silk thread appeared in his battered palm.
The thread wound and twined, trying its best to connect the damaged parts of his palm.
Given the recent bone-scraping detoxification, although there was some recovery, the palm still retained less than seventy percent of its original area.
Soon, a red jagged stitching appeared across it, resembling a swarm of blood-colored centipedes.
And this was just a miniature representation of his entire body.
In the blink of an eye, similar marks had covered him completely, looking like the horrific offspring of eight-pack abs.
I actually just needed a bit more rest…
Fu Qian internally sighed, but did not voice it out loud.
During that moment earlier, he had guessed it might turn out this way, but unfortunately the other party was just too quick with their actions.
Going out looking like this, he would indeed easily frighten children.
Of course, while he said that, Fu Qian didn’t really mind his new appearance.
Although it was a bit exaggerated, Red Moon undoubtedly had good intentions.
Doesn’t it always call itself “child”, like the caring mother stitching clothes for her wayward son?
“Thank you, I dare to do it again next time.”