Early morning. Shangjing. Haze.
Those eyes that had once beheld the glory of the gods really were something else. It took Fu Qian a bit of effort to digest Ancient Recollection.
It took all of four and a half seconds. The Gullard Family's Secret Treasure had vanished completely.
Selena had taught him the complete method for using it, but he hadn't even had a chance to try it once.
Still, considering that some of its contents were a little too private to share with outsiders, she probably wouldn't mind—right?
Maybe, thanks to the deep bond of battle-tested friendship they'd built, she'd even help him keep it under wraps.
As he optimistically entertained the thought, Fu Qian stroked the fangs on his chest. Both mouths sighed in unison.
Of course, the Sage's "Insight" had yielded something.
Just not the sort of thing he'd wanted.
The Night of No Light at the end of the battle in Night Holy Capital had been somewhat unexpected.
It wasn't that the Pope's assistance had come as a surprise. In fact, carrying Blasphemous Embrace had been motivated by that possibility to begin with.
Fu Qian had always considered the Pope's potential help one of his own trump cards.
He'd even considered contacting her beforehand to ask for her thoughts on the two traits.
After all, while she possessed astonishing power, her mental state was much better than Red Moon's.
And if he could get reliable advice, he could simply take the right traits and find somewhere safe to digest them.
It was undoubtedly a tempting option, but Fu Qian had ultimately decided against it.
For one thing, according to his assessment, the Pope's ability to offer advice across dimensions—given that she was a deliberate measure set up by Rainbow of Yao Bian—might be more likely