Being listed among the immortals felt pretty good, especially when you were drawing a salary without having to work.
No one objected to Fu Qian's arrangements.
And he didn't wait around for more thanks. The next moment, he took his leave.
From the moment he entered to the moment he left, less than fifteen minutes had passed.
Yet the gloom hanging over Linghui had already been swept away.
Of course, the people Weilong had escorted out with him couldn't possibly have guessed what Professor Fu was thinking as he gazed up at the clear sky, his heart embracing the world.
Even with such efficiency, the time limit on the Burial Scroll had still expired.
The inner demon retreated, and the Other Shore vanished.
Yet that legendary sensation, "profound beyond all measure," was hard not to savor.
Perhaps it wasn't more powerful than a Higher Being's authority, but it was increasingly shrouded in mystery, as if revealing a more fundamental side of the world.
So was the world's foundation something indescribable?
Did those who sought answers step by step and ultimately proved their transcendence merely become a projection of this indescribable thing?
A projection riddled with fallacies, at that.
It did sound rather pessimistic, but that was precisely what he had just experienced.
And to achieve this fallacy, one had to expend an immense amount of luck.
Jade Soul Master, who had joined forces with him to scheme for Forsaken Prison, had clearly been just one step short at the time.
Perhaps it was only after his crushing defeat in the inner-demon duel, when he had no choice but to start anew from ruin, that he touched upon this chance—like a divine skill that made the wearer a mere bridal garment.
Then, by misfortune turning to fortune, he had joined his