Xu Xiaoshou had been worrying about Fu Zhi's condition just a moment ago.
Who could have expected that, after his burst of fear, the man seemed to have become a completely different person and calmed down at once.
The terrifying kind of calm!
"Something's wrong?"
Xu Xiaoshou was astonished. Judging from the man's expression, he must have connected Xu Xiaoshou's final remark to some great terror.
But what could it be? Could that giant hand manipulating the laws of the Great Dao in the illusion truly exist? "What is it?"
Xu Xiaoshou did not dare ask too much. He was still playing a role, after all. Revealing too much ignorance would only invite more suspicion.
The way Fu Zhi looked at him had changed completely.
From his initial disdain, to shock after being subdued, to ecstatic delight after gaining enlightenment, and now, it had actually turned into...
"Received fear. Passive Value +1."
Xu Xiaoshou was utterly stunned.
What was going on now? What exactly had this guy imagined?
"You are..."
Fu Zhi hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he could not hold back any longer. "A descendant of a Holy Emperor?"
Xu Xiaoshou frowned slightly.
Holy Emperor... he knew that term!
In this world—or rather, on this continent—the strongest realm of existence was the Holy Emperor Realm.
Yet everything concerning "Holy Emperors" that had spread through the world was no more than legend.
Below those legends—
Even Dao Qiongchang, the foremost figure of the Holy Spirit Continent and the current Hall Master of the Holy Spirit Hall, seemed to still be one step short of such a realm.
It seemed that on this continent, the realm of "Holy Emperor" was like a god.
Only an object of faith, never one that had appeared.
And now, Fu Zhi had