Etched Wisdom.
Hadn't he just said there'd been no further movement on the ship? And now here it was.
Fu Qian was already quite used to experiences like this. The angel, the jellyfish, the Fall Point... It had all been a dream, and now he was awake.
As for how he felt, he had to admit—very good.
A total loss? How could it be a total loss? That experience had been incredibly rich.
Wasn't this exactly why he'd chosen to consume that mass of divine flesh?
He'd been willing to risk some negative effects to add color to his journey through the Sea of Ashes and gather as much information as possible.
Even if it might all be fake.
Based on his previous experiences, these cross-temporal combinations of historical fallacies were wildly unpredictable. Their credibility was indeed a serious issue.
But that didn't matter. Even fake things could be meaningful.
Not to mention that it seemed like a completely free show. The tearing, the wounds, the mutations—all of it had vanished in an instant.
It even seemed as though the Burial Scroll's duration hadn't been used up at all—wait a second, maybe it hadn't been entirely free.
During his series of self-checks, Fu Qian quickly realized that not everything had returned to its starting point.
With Supernatural Perception, he could check his remaining Sanity Value at any time.
196 points.
The number was still quite respectable, but Fu Qian remembered clearly that after returning from Unseen Hill last time, his total Sanity Value had reached 234. That was a loss of nearly 40 points.
Nothing else had changed. Only the loss he'd suffered at the "Fall Point" had carried over, without the slightest discount?
That was the gains from two whole instances, and it was really—
Great!
The loss