Even trapped in a cocoon, he could not conceal his dazzling bearing.
Although the moon in the sky was not dark, the sight of Fu Qian standing with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the stars, left Jacques at a loss to challenge him.
"A personified deity who symbolizes the Dark Moon?"
After a moment of mental adjustment, Jacques finally managed to steady himself enough to ask.
"I know what you want to say. To you, that's practically synonymous with corruption, isn't it?"
Fu Qian shook his head slightly.
"Personhood is so unstable, so hard to define, so far from transcendent. It's nowhere near as correct and orderly as the laws. It's bound to represent confinement and chaos."
Jacques clearly hadn't expected such a sincere answer. For a moment, he fell silent.
That reaction also revealed that this really was what he thought.
"I have no intention of arguing with you. Telling you how beautiful and noble the Pope of the Dark Moon is would be meaningless. I just want to say one thing."
Fu Qian fixed his gaze on Jacques and the long spear in his hand.
"Are you ready? To face the corruption and pollution you imagine—right now?"
Fu Qian took another step forward.
Standing almost flush against the carved giant cocoon, he inevitably came into direct contact with the manifestation of "No Passage" blocking his way. He placed his hand against it.
Sure enough, it felt familiar.
The seemingly delicate, fragile giant cocoon didn't budge in the slightest. It stood firm, an absolute testament to the impossibility of passage.
Just like the first time he'd met the Academy's assassin brother, years ago.
That was right—the feeling of touching the Angel of Peace.
Back then, Li Weixuan, at Peak Fourth Order, had unleashed a full-strength