At least I'd gotten my money's worth.
Turning the Clear Dream over in his hands, its appearance now deeper and more brilliant, Fu Qian saw the annotation he'd been hoping for.
It was a little cryptic, but judging by the additional content, the item had clearly been upgraded.
The targets it could affect had gone from ordinary people utterly incapable of resisting to bona fide Transcendents.
"Souls that aren't strong enough can't escape even if they realize they're in a dream." The words made it sound as though the item had become some kind of special mental prison.
He could consider using it specifically against low-ranked Transcendents in the future.
As for the empty cup—Fu Qian slipped the ring back onto his finger with satisfaction and looked at the now-empty Golden Cup.
What surprised him was that after its Trait had been extracted, the thing hadn't disintegrated into ash. Instead, it had stubbornly remained in the Warehouse.
After some thought, the only possible explanation seemed to be the unusual patterns on it.
The Holy Grail Cult really was no simple organization, and that was undoubtedly good news.
Fu Qian slowly put the cup back.
For one thing, it proved that the patterns themselves possessed some special, supernatural quality.
And he'd just remembered that while trapped in the Angel of Peace, he'd seen a strange pattern rotating counterclockwise more than once.
By comparison, the two did seem somewhat similar. That was probably why the cup had seemed familiar to him earlier.
For another, Fu Qian had already decided what to do with the cup. He couldn't bear to feed its Trait to the Starry Sky Prism, but the cup itself was fair game—even if it was made of pure gold.
The Holy Grail Cult was undoubtedly an interesting organization. If the