That was right. The method Fu Qian had thought of trying was to ask the Red Moon for help.
Though it wasn't in the best shape, its rank was still there. And since it had probably existed for nearly a thousand years, there was a decent chance it knew where that strange place was.
Keeping an open mind wasn't just an empty phrase.
Compared to the last time he'd left, there seemed to be no changes on the Half-step Moon.
In the cold, desolate expanse, the red moon in the sky and the blue planet answered each other in a wondrous way.
"Child..."
Almost immediately, that familiar, sweet call reached him, seeming to carry boundless joy.
Following the now much more intense red moonlight, Fu Qian studied the strange silhouettes faintly visible above and soon made out the sphere that represented Emperor An Jing.
Although not much time had passed, it already seemed to blend in better with its surroundings. The Red Moon appeared to be slowly digesting him.
In a sense, was he raising an evil god?
That rather suited his identity as someone "more evil than an evil god."
As his thoughts wandered, Fu Qian greeted it mentally, while blue light flickered in his hand.
In a place like the Half-step Moon, which wasn't even real and was governed by a god's will, unfolding a Clear Dream wasn't easy.
Only thanks to his insight at the divine level did it avoid shattering immediately.
What Fu Qian did next could only be described as extremely careful, as if he were asking permission bit by bit.
After a long effort, he finally expanded the dream to the size of an apartment.
Even then, he could feel a special will seeping into the dream and fixing its gaze on him.
Now