The blood was burning.
Fu Qian said that since his complete mechanical ascension, this was the first time he'd felt anything like this.
And strangely, the skin on his palm showed no sign of anything unusual.
As an expert on flesh and blood, Fu Qian was certain the burning was real, and that the power affecting him was of a rather high order.
It was just that some kind of chaotic property within it meant that, although he could feel it and it was causing damage, it wasn't manifesting in the concrete form of "fire."
His flesh wasn't turning to charcoal. It was being utterly destroyed—and even transformed into some kind of special "venom," or perhaps an "aphrodisiac."
Even with Supernatural Perception at zero, Fu Qian could sense the fabled concept of fissiparous reproduction just from the churning of his flesh.
Every affected cell seemed to be struggling to burst out of his body as it broke apart, stretching into branches that would eventually ripen and fall, becoming individuals in their own right.
More advanced individuals.
The impulse wasn't limited to his flesh, either. Fu Qian glanced at Clara beside him.
Although her clothes could almost be called conservative, compared to what he'd sensed before, her sex and reproductive traits were still being emphasized to an astonishing degree.
This really was different from Your Excellency Stomach. The focus was reproduction.
Fu Qian had once tested the waters in the Realm of Ultimate Bliss, contracting the Seed of Ecstasy and savoring it in detail. He had ample reason to judge that this wasn't the work of that old friend.
And since he'd already tested things out using Miss Wen, he was now practically immune to mental influence.
So rather than having suffered some kind of mental influence that bypassed his