It was visually striking. If someone made a marble copy of it, it could go straight into an art museum.
Now that he knew this was Spirit Ash's ultimate discovery, the scene before him felt all the more bizarre.
Still, that didn't stop Fu Qian from observing and commenting on it from various angles, such as its artistic merit.
Despite the act being so vicious and bloody, the person involved seemed to have lost all sense of pain. He'd gone through the entire process without hesitation, and even now, he hadn't let out a single cry.
The face in his hand was slowly slipping from his fingertips, joining the pile on the floor.
The scene had a certain expressive quality to it. Fu Qian even thought it deserved a title: The Thinker Seeking His True Self Through Numbness?
Though he'd never seen anything like it before, he hadn't forgotten what had caused it.
Wuchang, Jade Soul Master, or perhaps his own inner demon... If this was the Ultimate Pollution that Spirit Ash had tracked down after the chandelier incident, then it was bound to involve themes like individual will, the constraints of thought, and enlightenment.
And Old Man Weilong hadn't been exaggerating. This did look far more severe than Silei's condition.
"How long has he had these symptoms?"
As he studied the man closely, Fu Qian asked casually.
"One day longer than Silei."
Old Man Weilong answered again. From the corner of his eye, Fu Qian could see that Wen Li wore an expression of pity, but she hadn't looked away once.
"Why a day later?"
Fu Qian nodded slightly and continued without hesitation, sounding almost as if he were arguing for the sake of it.
"...Because it took us a whole day to completely trap that thing and drive