Law Remnants.
Aside from the Madness Fire, Fu Qian said he had a gentler way to illuminate the world.
After all, he was working on someone else's eye. It was only right to be a little considerate.
Besides, in Fu Qian's view, Wise Dead had been quite friendly ever since he first entered this place.
Like the old man he'd met at the very beginning.
As for why he was illuminating the world now, that was simple: he wanted to see if the lighthouse could get some of its functions working again.
Returning to simplicity—the key point he'd just summed up.
What's more, this glorious light could enlighten people and banish their troubles.
But why try again now, when the place had already been brightly lit once while he was talking with Nepheli?
Simple. Never forget that Etched Wisdom was a negative effect.
Not only might the words it contained be untrustworthy, but the scenes it showed were best not taken at face value either. Yet it seemed there really was nothing wrong?
The lighthouse lit up, and even the lens worked normally, casting a beam through the storm toward the distance.
Yet beneath the beam, all he could see was the same empty expanse. There was nothing unusual.
Even when he turned the light to sweep across other directions, nothing strange happened.
That was reasonable enough. If it were really that simple, then even if Nepheli wasn't interested, she would have noticed it long ago.
So had he been too suspicious? Had returning to simplicity really been useless, meaning he had to try something else?
There was no need to sell himself short. When comparing himself with others, he had to be good at finding his own strengths—
Without a hint of dissatisfaction, Fu Qian twisted his body into