This was what they called ossified thinking, wasn't it?
Sure enough, over on the Wisdom Creator's side, the brain that had once been so open-minded suddenly flashed with an unusual light.
Fu Qian was certain it wasn't an illusion, because even the person in question had noticed it.
"Huh? Huh! Ah—!"
After an exclamation of "How could this be?" came three distinct cries of "Ah," each conveying a different stage of his emotional journey—
Disbelief, I make my own fate, how unfair the heavens are...
While Fu Qian was earnestly analyzing the scene, the Wisdom Creator turned and "looked" over at him. He even raised an arm and pointed this way, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
It was also possible he didn't want to stop himself, because at that very moment, the Wisdom Creator's entire silhouette had completely solidified, and the strange radiance around him had grown even more dazzling.
Just like the remains of Sword Saint A Fei.
That's right. The reason he was sparkling was that the Wisdom Creator's entire body had begun to crystallize too.
He was nowhere near as close to Second Order A Fei as the others had been, yet that sword strike seemed to have reached him as well.
He hadn't fallen apart, but his body had turned translucent, its lines sharpening rapidly.
Even the grooves in his brain had lost their former softness, perfectly illustrating what it meant for thought to become sharp. They even bore a passing resemblance to the "web" from earlier.
And what about the actual "webs"?
Fu Qian could have sworn he'd seen them moving in the grooves, trying to flee.
Unfortunately, the brain folds had already lost their elasticity from crystallization, and could no longer offer them that chance.
They lagged barely a step