It symbolized the purest form of corruption. It could corrode anything... even concepts, letting Sin Fire wander within them.
The dark-red glow of blood seemed to revolve around Fu Qian, flickering like a boiling flame.
As he savored the sensation it brought, Fu Qian recalled the contents of the reward for the Goddess of Sin's mission.
An Honored Name couldn't describe a divine authority in detail, but in most cases, it still carried profound symbolic meaning.
So there was a question Fu Qian had been curious about for a long time—
What exactly did "sin" mean in the Goddess of Sin's name?
Corruption?
Honestly, ever since taking office, he had seen more than enough chaos and filth when it came to flesh and blood. As for the mind, Your Excellency Stomach had certainly opened his eyes.
By comparison, it always felt as though there wasn't much left for this particular goddess to preside over.
As for traditional sins like murder, that was certainly an easy explanation to come up with. Even in the survival game back then, Sin Fire had indeed been defined that way.
Fu Qian had always reserved judgment on this explanation, though. He simply lacked the evidence to reach a firm conclusion.
And now, at last, the sensations he was experiencing didn't seem to support it.
It wasn't too strong. It was too weak.
If the Goddess of Sin really had command over a power of judgment like this, then aside from its unimaginable might, it should have been particularly effective against someone like him, with blood all over his hands.
Yet even after entering her temple and blaspheming against her, the punishment he had suffered, though severe, was still nowhere near destructive.
At least by Fu Qian's estimate, he wouldn't even need to reveal much.