"Thank you. It was a truly wonderful excursion."
A single strike had destroyed the source of the blasphemy and restored the Third Cause to purity. Such efficiency was undeniably satisfying.
Yet as the pleasant notification sounded, Fu Qian didn't look back. He simply gazed at the twinkling starlight and offered his thanks, as if leaving now that he'd had his fill.
By the time his robes fluttered, there was truly nothing left there—only three people standing in the darkness, feeling bereft.
[Mission Evaluation: King of Offense]
The next moment, Fu Qian, having completed his mission and withdrawn, was already somewhere with about the same poor visibility.
Though the Warehouse's evaluation this time was a little odd.
[Ancient legacies have never been reflected solely in broken bricks and tiles.
As a city that existed before the Long Night, Lanfeilai had endured destruction and rebirth many times. Countless ambitious men and the suffering they wrought lay buried here.
Yet to the locals, the nourishment of these years seemed to have taught them only that all things would wither, and there was no need to rush.
So when certain ancient things were reborn from history, they showed them considerable tolerance.
Almost no one still remembered what the dancers' graceful figures had originally represented.
Just as the dancers had no idea of the true power represented by the ornaments inlaid on their bellies.
Especially after they had repeatedly hoped the ornaments would help them escape the trouble that followed their revels, only to be disappointed.
And in their ignorance, they became a bridge, allowing pollution to gradually accumulate upon the unclaimed Third Cause.
Once this connection reached a certain degree, the latter would not only manifest its power, but also become nourishment, filling out the withered flesh of an ancient Higher Being.
In theory,