Lin Yue watched the moon gradually disappear behind the Lamenter's body and continued to speculate.
"This should just be an existence similar to a Heavenly Manifestation. The Lamenter's true body is probably still in Fulong City, fighting the Dragon Girl."
And...
The two exchanged a knowing glance at Gu Yu, who stood there unharmed.
Good. Nothing had happened. It seemed that as long as you weren't marked by a nightmare, you wouldn't be attacked by the Lamenter.
Seeing them look her way again, Gu Yu grew even more confused. "What now?"
Chen Xi hesitated, then finally explained, "Um, in the Prophetic Dream, at this point in time, that thing crushed you into a cloud of blood."
"Huh?!" Gu Yu was aghast.
She darted backward a few steps and laughed awkwardly. "Boss, you're joking, right? I just wanted you to learn a cultivation method. You don't have to scare me like that."
"I'm not joking," Lin Yue said calmly. "More accurately, she's already made your death sound much nicer than it was. In the dream, your corpse's blood nearly splattered our skirts red."
After hearing them out, Gu Yu swallowed and sneaked a glance at the Lamenter.
"No wonder you were in such a hurry to leave the Spark Federation. It was because of that horrifying thing."
Seeing was believing.
Only after witnessing the eerie aura radiating from the Lamenter with their own eyes could Transcendents truly grasp what the legends of world-ending calamities meant.
"If it were the Pope of the Black Moon Empire, could he beat it?" Lin Yue asked curiously.
Gu Yu scratched her head awkwardly. "How would I know? No one's ever seen the Pope make a move. Besides, I'm just a low-ranking Saintess candidate."
"According to the rumors, His Holiness the Pope is a peak sixth-rank