It worked!
Hearing the notification ring in his ears, Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction.
At last, all that disgusting stuff had been worth chewing.
At that moment, Fu Qian felt as if he'd swallowed a ton of razor blades.
As a Supernatural Item, Hidden Thread was clearly a high-level one.
After Fu Qian crushed it with all his might, it unleashed terrifying destructive force. His insides were now a complete wreck.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Fu Qian took a couple of steps forward. Su Gao still stood there with her eyes closed, as motionless as a statue.
But the aura he sensed from her had changed drastically. The chaotic struggle within her was gone.
It turned out Su Gao had held up remarkably well. Not only had she endured his repeated torment, she had seized that fleeting opportunity.
She must have won the battle in her own head and avoided the fate of becoming a puppet.
It even seemed she'd turned her misfortune into a blessing!
From where he stood, he could clearly see the white porcelain covering Su Gao's body steadily peeling away beneath the glow, softening bit by bit into delicate skin.
The aftereffects of her earlier shattering and fusion seemed to be fading away.
At the same time, a special aura began to rise. Fu Qian knew it well.
It was the scent of divinity.
When she opened her eyes again, she might already be a demigod.
Fu Qian leisurely sat down beside the tower and gazed out, his back to Su Gao.
An indescribable stillness hung over this fantastical realm.
At some point, the upside-down sky and earth had dimmed, leaving only the dark red moonlight above and below.
Fu Qian admired the strange sight. The next moment, the scene before him shattered and