Had I scared the little ones? Another crime added to the list.
At a tense moment, an unexpected development had arisen. But Fu Qian wasn't startled. Instead, he reflected on how he'd frightened others.
People had to be considerate. It was a festive occasion, sure, but if the revelry got out of hand, it could still exceed what the participants could handle.
Especially since little ones were at a crucial stage of development. If they got so upset that they pulled out their umbilical cords and strangled themselves, there'd be no grounds for complaint.
That was right. In that moment, Fu Qian had truly felt the umbilical cord tighten around his neck.
Suffocation—but on a spiritual level.
To be honest, his body was in such a state that even having his neck snapped wouldn't be a big deal. Any other part of him was in far worse shape.
Yet he could clearly sense something strange happening, despite his Inspiration currently being at zero.
Sleep. That was the first word that came to Fu Qian's mind.
As if the baby's swaddling clothes had been passed to him along with the wailing.
Quiet, gentle, undisturbed—and utterly helpless.
The dazzling hall was still right before his eyes, yet completely beyond his reach.
The Madness Fire still spilled from his body, spreading in all directions, but it could no longer affect anything at all.
And the other self inside his body had also stopped working in an instant.
Even the all-consuming Sin Fire had vanished completely.
A shocking sight.
There was no denying it: this sudden change truly challenged one's understanding.
In theory, what had just happened was a contest between at least three beings who could be called Higher Beings. After all that entanglement, things had escalated to the brink of a