If... everything in that dream had been real, that would explain it.
Bo Yi mulled it over.
But a dream was still just a dream-although he had memories of the Heretic Cult's followers, he had no memory whatsoever of summoning an Evil God himself. Besides, those cultists had spent years toiling away, even their entire lives, to summon an Evil God. Yet in that dream, he had merely drawn the summoning Magic Circle on the wall in blood from memory. He had prepared no offerings, and he himself had been covered in blood and grime, looking thoroughly disrespectful toward the divine, but he had actually summoned an Evil God.
Although the Evil God he had summoned had taken Mitian's form.
That part didn't surprise Bo Yi. No matter how bizarre a dream was, it still had to draw on what he knew. He had only ever seen one Evil God in real life, so his dream had automatically given the summoned Evil God Mitian's appearance. Wasn't that perfectly reasonable?
Mitian still had his wings spread and his neck stretched out, his beady eyes fixed intently on Bo Yi as he waited for an answer.
Bo Yi lowered his head and gave pigeon Mitian a good petting, his expression innocent. "If even you don't know, then of course I have even less idea what's going on..."
The plump pigeon settled back down despondently, tucked his wings behind his back, and sighed. "Then... then I'll look into it properly later..." Fortunately, he had already checked. The portion of his power inside Bo Yi's body seemed to serve only a protective function; moreover, it was hidden deep within him, only activating and taking effect when Bo Yi's life was in serious danger.
That was why he had never known about it, despite Bo