Chapter 1561: Eradicate Evil
Fleeting dreams, good and evil, love and deceit. What I give you is yours.
What I don't give you—claiming it as yours is downright rude.
After casually firing off a giant-elephant-class Air Bullet, Fu Qian looked down arrogantly at the White-Headed Holy See before him, now with a rosy-cheeked addition.
I admit you do have a certain nobility about you, but pulling this sort of defection trick in a domain I rule is truly wishful thinking.
By "nobility," of course, I mean the White-Headed Holy See that used Finger Ball as its signpost, drew power from the ecstasy in Brother Honma, and ultimately managed to project itself into the dream.
Its reaction to that further act of blasphemy just now had clearly proven a great deal.
This place, so holy and noble that it made one loath to entertain even a single profane thought, seemed to represent the very pinnacle of desire.
That contrast was, admittedly, both wondrous and reasonable.
This was yet another piece of evidence for the alternative theory Professor Chang Mo had proposed earlier.
And, faintly, Fu Qian even thought of the "stomach" he had seen when he crushed the mission reward, Carnival of Evil Desire: a vast thing that blotted out the sky, woven from the Tree of Ecstasy.
According to Carnival of Evil Desire's own description, it was a vessel for the will after beholding a god. What he had seen through its shattered remains, serving as a medium, was naturally the god's true form.
Though the Warehouse's filter effect had kept him from sensing the form of its power clearly at the time,
that highly evocative moan just now had been so reminiscent of the Seed of Ecstasy—or perhaps an "invitation."
Was this the sanctuary of that stomach?
It seemed