The Curse of Shattering (23)

Something similar?

Even after treatment, the wounds on Kamakura Mi's body were still horrifying to look at.

Once they understood what Fu Qian meant, everyone instinctively started imagining it, then felt like throwing up.

"You mean this whole pool is made up of a bunch of chopped-up believers? All because of a hand with a strange shape?"

Even Chang Mo couldn't help objecting.

That was just too absurd!

And even if it were true, shouldn't it be a blood pool?

"This thing clearly imitates things. Why couldn't a believer have touched it once, and then it remembered them?"

"I said it was just a baseless guess."

Faced with their doubts, Fu Qian showed no desire to argue, looking every bit the picture of calm and civility.

"Mainly, this ruin is ridiculously huge. There's clearly room for a lot of people, so it feels like a possibility."

So many people had to be chopped up to fill a pool this big, huh? Couldn't he think of something less horrifying?

This time, not just Chang Mo but everyone else was shouting inwardly.

"As for why it ended up like this, perhaps it was the result of many cycles?"

Fu Qian seemed not to notice their reaction and continued speculating on his own.

"Whatever state it's in, the fact that it's lasted for hundreds or thousands of years makes it hard to rule out the influence of a divine blessing."

"Perhaps simply staying in this ruin for long enough heals you, and then after you're chopped up, repeated cycles of reconstruction gradually purify and elevate you?"

"What we just saw was only one cycle."

"So that's why you came here?"

The scene Fu Qian described had undoubtedly set everyone's imaginations running wild, while also drawing intense skepticism—and an instinctive aversion to the image.