Qing Wanglai

In the Type-Moon World, outside the Root, where countless Worldlines and stretches of space-time converged.

"Honestly, you couldn't pay me to let my body turn into that." Su Lin looked at the mass before him.

Well, he had no idea how to describe it. Whatever it was, it was the higher-dimensional object called "Li Huowang," and worry flickered in Su Lin's eyes.

The influence seemed a little too strong.

He should never have let Li Huowang remain under its influence, but Li Huowang had insisted. Unable to change his mind, Su Lin had agreed.

"He's way too hard on himself..."

The countless Buddha eyes breathed light in and out. Within that indescribable body, the mist of creation seemed to be gathering. Chaos spread, and all the laws of the world began to evolve and come into being. If left alone, it might even evolve into a world of its own someday.

"My true form doesn't look like that to you, does it?!" Su Lin looked at Xiao Yan and Lu Mingfei, whose eyes had sprouted feathers from staying here, then at Klein, who had shut his eyes to rest. He said:

"Say something! Sorry, I forgot to shield you two. I deliberately did it by accident, so forgive me."

He drew back all the information affecting them. Once they had returned to normal, he asked his question again.

"I can't remember what I saw. I'm begging you, don't make me recall something that horrifying." Xiao Yan covered his eyes and tried washing them with Heavenly Flames.

Lu Mingfei had just returned from his hallucination. He seemed to have visited a strange place inside the Dao Fruit: a men's prison for people with mental problems, where he had seen a crowd of trembling "Lu Mingfeis."

Klein opened his eyes and said: