Might as well, since we're here.
Law, Law Remnants—in Fu Qian's eyes, they were all forms of power similar to an aura.
And when it came to clashes between forces of this kind, it felt as if rank decided everything.
Considering that he was now a bona fide demigod, a genuine Third-Tier Extraordinary...
What sort of rank did the moon hanging overhead have to be?
Feeling his body grow heavier by the moment, Fu Qian let out a heartfelt sigh.
That was right. In Fu Qian's judgment, the blemishes on his body and the discomfort they caused didn't come from the shadows lurking everywhere, but from the moon above.
The reason was simple. First of all, when he'd gone from upstairs to downstairs just now, he hadn't felt anything particularly strange.
If there really had been something hiding in the shadows, it should have started back then.
Instead, after only a short while wandering around the boundary between light and shadow, all sorts of shapes had appeared on his body. Now even lifting his arm took effort.
So Fu Qian would rather believe that the dazzling moonlight contained something like Law Remnants, affecting everything around it indiscriminately.
Would staying in the shadows solve the problem?
That was an obvious thought, but unfortunately, things weren't so simple.
Fu Qian had already tried it. Even after retreating into the shadows, the feeling of oppressive sluggishness hadn't eased in the slightest.
In other words, even if he hid in the shadows from now on and never came out, he still couldn't shake off this negative effect.
How brutal. Wasn't this welcome ceremony a bit too grand?
Still, it was hard to imagine Taylor, after losing the Nightmare Journal, could come up with something this vicious.
Could someone else have set this trap?
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