Human Stalk (Forty-Seven)
Meditative Hesitation.
Being struck by moonlight caused a special kind of sluggishness. Once it built up to a certain point, one would face ancient majesty deep within.
Fu Qian had yet to try activating the insight he'd gained from the Gullard Family's Secret Treasure, but how could he have forgotten it?
I didn't pick this species' look at random.
He'd never thought he would definitely need to use it, but after deeply sensing this mission's theme of "faces," Fu Qian had immediately elevated himself to this Ancient Glory.
If necessary, it would undoubtedly be a solid endorsement for the story.
It seemed even more appropriate after he discovered the power limit in this bizarre place.
At most, it was just a trace of a Higher Being's lingering aura. Compared to the omnipresent Blood Order, surely its scale was much smaller?
It was just right for perfectly bypassing the "power" limit.
After all, power had never been the point for him. What mattered was the meaning behind it.
And though he still didn't know what Old Master Li had "seen," it was obvious that he'd already reached the truth of this Rashomon in his mind.
If he'd considered that Lui might have prepared a contingency against physical elimination, how could he possibly have failed to prepare for the worst himself?
Where'd you get the nerve to compete with an Academic Leader in a battle of cultural supremacy?
Years from now, when Old Master Li and Her Excellency Jining clasped hands and gazed tearfully into each other's eyes, would he remember the afternoon when an apostle from the moon took him to witness Ancient Glory?
One thing was certain: at this moment, he was clearly thinking about a great many things.
About the Divine Human Face, the Larrea