Ke Meng hadn't wanted to hear any more from it, but he was bored out of his mind in the dream, so he patiently kept listening.
"This cloud draws moisture from its user's body to create a rain cloud that extinguishes living creatures' desires, leaving them wanting nothing. I believe this cloud has an extraordinary origin. It may even be connected to an Elder God. O great Great Old One, please accept this insignificant sacrifice!" murmured Que De, the player presiding over the Sacrifice Ritual.
Toward the end, Ke Meng grew interested again.
It could actually leave people without any desires.
An item like that was quite useful. He could give it to the Investigation Bureau to help keep other nations' power in check.
After all, the waters the players were in were a level-seven-hundred-plus region. The Rain Cloud here was no ordinary cloud; once a downpour began, it lasted for days.
Determined to get it through the great filter membrane, Ke Meng accepted the Rain Cloud container the player had offered, then used the Sacrifice Ritual's power to grant the player a temporary magical buff in return.
After a few seconds, the item really did disappear without reappearing on the wooden ship's deck. Ke Meng settled his thoughts and left the site of the Sacrifice Ritual.
The players aboard the giant elven ship sensed the Evil God's aura receding and finally stopped breaking out in cold sweats.
"Lord Evil God really is powerful. Even after reaching level seven hundred and something, I'm still scared out of my wits. It feels like the gap between us and the Evil God hasn't widened at all," Que De said quietly aboard the ship.
"Shh! Do you want to die? Don't start talking about Lord Evil God as soon as the sacrifice is