Standing in the center of the spiral low wall, Fu Qian realized there was a serious problem.
He actually found these things much more pleasing to the eye now.
Even their unevenness, which had made him uncomfortable before, now seemed to have a strange sense of order.
This had to be more than just Mental Pollution, right?
Suppressing the faint urge to kill stirring inside him, Fu Qian realized this was a change caused by fusing with that thing.
It made sense, after all. In a way, he was the source of the distortion now. It was only natural to feel a sense of kinship with things like himself.
As the saying went, once you went crazy, everything started looking right.
Resisting the urge to lose himself in the desire to destroy everything, Fu Qian walked over to the White Tree.
He still needed to find the Mad Spirit first, though he wasn't sure yet.
No matter what, it still seemed the most likely candidate for his mission objective.
Considering that he no longer needed to hold back his strength, tracking it down should be much easier.
He glanced around. The next moment, Fu Qian's eyes narrowed—the three sentries around the island had dwindled to two, and both were now corpses.
The area had already been lifeless, but now it was filled with a murderous air.
That was strange!
Judging by the sky, he hadn't been inside for very long.
Even if the two sides had clashed, there shouldn't have been enough time for the fighting to reach here.
Puzzled, Fu Qian leaped lightly and landed beside one of the corpses.
He had to admit, this body was incredibly strong. If it didn't affect his mind, it would be a pretty good choice.
He crouched down for a look. A