The Wisdom of the Gods

Let me see where my head is.

In the dim warehouse, Fu Qian used something that barely qualified as an arm to feel for the location of his head.

After confirming, he reached forward again, groping until he grabbed a heavy iron cage on the table.

Wait, he felt like he'd forgotten something.

His thoughts creaked. After freezing for a few seconds, Fu Qian released the cage and reached to the side.

He picked up a Handbell even heavier than the cage and, without hesitation, brought it down on his head.

Pain no longer mattered, but the sound that rang through his skull undoubtedly sent countless ripples through him, nearly making him lose control of his current form.

The upside was that his muddled thoughts cleared somewhat.

The sedative really worked wonders. It truly could drive away the madness in a person's mind.

With that thought, Fu Qian slowly lifted the Sweet Dream Head Cage and lowered it onto his "head."

Earlier, he hadn't wanted anything to interfere with locating the Red Moon. Now, he could block out its gaze for a while.

"Did you find it?"

After an unknown amount of time, a vague voice reached him. When Fu Qian tried to open his eyes, he found it surprisingly difficult.

His eyelids felt as heavy as iron doors. Even his whole body felt wrapped in concrete.

The next moment, he gathered his strength and slowly opened his eyes. It felt as if countless tiny needles were piercing his corneas.

But no matter what, his vision finally returned.

What lay before him wasn't concrete or needles. Was this... a swimming pool?

Enduring the strange sensations throughout his body, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings.

He was submerged in a pool of clear liquid. Every corner around him was brightly illuminated