No wonder they said fear came from insufficient firepower. Was this the legendary way to dispel inner demons through sheer physical force?
At that moment, Fu Qian was fairly certain that the fungal world he had just seen was gone, and the poison had been violently purged.
But this feat, which had all the finesse of a reckless brawler, brought him no sense of accomplishment. It only made him frown for a moment.
The spectacle had been grand, the methods bizarre, and two Sword Saints had even led the way. Then, just when the atmosphere had been built to its absolute peak, you tell me it's already over?
His plan from the start had been crystal clear: the more poisonous, the better, until he could have a face-to-face exchange with the Mycelial Emperor.
He had even refrained from using detoxifying methods like the Return Edict to achieve that goal.
And this was it?
He had mentioned before that, thanks to his Insight ability, he had taken the initiative in this confrontation.
So in his original plan, he should have been able to behold a little more.
Including the final clash, where he had indeed felt the genuine power of a Higher Being.
Yet the moment he tried to take things further, the source of that power withdrew completely, leaving not the slightest trace behind—just like Meria.
As he drew his gaze back from the stars scattered across the sky, Fu Qian thought of Jade Soul Master's earnest, instructive face.
Meria simply did not exist.
Her Honored Name, her symbols, her insignia, her authority—all of them existed, but there was no trace of her in history.
Jade Soul Master's account of that mysterious Higher Being had left a deep impression.
He had to admit, the revelation had delivered the mental