"Mercy, mercy! Now this is what it means to save all living beings!"
As roars echoed around him, Fu Qian surveyed his handiwork and felt deeply satisfied.
At that moment, both the enormous brain and the mass of flesh formed from countless heads had fallen completely silent.
The invisible Gospel Blast swept across that tumultuous sea of thoughts with an unstoppable force.
Most importantly, the illusion before him was not just holding steady—it had become even more stable.
It seemed his earlier line of thought had been right.
To obtain whatever might be inside the brain, he needed to guide and control it on a mental level while keeping the entire illusion stable throughout.
This place tested one's mental control.
Of course, his method of control was rather unconventional: he simply blasted them with the Gospel.
Come to think of it, the Gospel Blast was essentially a violent form of enlightenment. He wondered whether they would gain anything special besides falling silent after the impact.
The thought had barely arisen when Fu Qian noticed the enormous brain changing color. It was even beginning to solidify.
In the blink of an eye, both the brain and the masses of flesh clustered around it had taken on the same material as the headless corpses outside.
What... Under enlightenment, how had their thoughts become solidified too?
Looking over this unexpected change, Fu Qian silently marveled.
Whatever the case, the illusion now seemed stable enough. He could search to his heart's content.
"What on earth is going on?"
Lady Xixi, whose mind had been left reeling by Fu Qian's lines, stared at the succession of new developments, dumbfounded.
The sight before her was so surreal that it seemed to shatter the limits of her composure.
"They're real flesh and blood, really from those bodies?"