When the Little Boy let out a scream, Gu Qingshan said only two words:
"Continue."
Mountain Girl understood.
A deep-blue bolt of lightning surged from her and plunged into the Little Boy once more.
Thunder and Lightning Divine Power, "Startling Dream"!
The Little Boy's body immediately convulsed.
The preparations he had made while screaming vanished along with them.
Gu Qingshan stepped forward and crouched down, meeting the Little Boy's eyes.
"Where does the chaos come from?"
he asked softly.
The Little Boy's expression grew dazed as he sank into his memories once more.
Just as the Little Boy opened his mouth to say something, Gu Qingshan had already activated World Art.
The entire temporary camp crumbled to dust, and the world became a blank void.
Then, the outline of an old world appeared around Gu Qingshan.
Dusk.
Outside a small town.
There was no one around. The Little Boy sat beside a lake, with a bucket full of fish he had caught.
He put away his fishing rod and sat there quietly, lost in thought.
—He seemed to have a heavy heart.
Gu Qingshan stepped forward and stood beside the Little Boy.
What will happen?
Gu Qingshan wondered.
After hesitating for a while, the Little Boy reached into the wooden bucket beside him and took out a fish. He sliced off its head with a dagger.
"Offering."
He uttered a single word.
At once, the broken whispers of countless men and women sounded around the Little Boy.
"It's about to begin..."
"More deaths are needed..."
"Power..."
"Wait until you grow..."
"Time..."
Just then, Gu Qingshan realized that his World Art had improved.
He could now hear the voices the Little Boy heard.
Within this World Art, Gu Qingshan had begun to share the subject's perceptions.
He listened carefully to the