They can neither return to the original Heart of the Creator nor find a new Heart of the Creator. After coming into contact with the air, they vanish without a trace, like a drop of water flowing into a river or sea.
Song Xiaozhu looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, her whole body drenched in cold sweat.
Only then did she place the Fragment of the Heart of the Creator on the Workbench.
This time, the impact was greater than that of Ci Yu, not only in terms of quantity, but also because Feng Qing'er and others were in worse condition than Ci Yu, making the "contamination" of these Heart of the Creator even stronger.
Song Xiaozhu didn't hand it over directly to Xiao He, but instead processed the negative emotions within the fragment of the Heart of the Creator on her own—let's call it that for now—she had no experience last time, but this time she felt them more clearly.
Negative emotions originate from the host.
The Heart of the Creator is merely a vessel.
That crystal-clear "stone" is essentially a Blank sheet of paper; everything depends on what the person writing on it.
From this perspective, is it the Heart of the Creator that has corrupted those God-Favored, or is it those God-Favored that have corrupted the Heart of the Creator?
Song Xiaozhu noticed Fan Cang's gaze and looked at him. "These 56 fragments, you can't possibly 'take' them all at once, can you?" That's why Fan Cang so generously "shared" them with her.
He did intend to retrieve it after dawn, but not entirely out of arrogance; rather, he wanted to give himself some time to "digest" the situation.
To him, no matter how many Creator Fragment Song Xiaozhu obtained, it would only benefit others.
Once Fan Cang has confirmed her identity, he can take her life at any time, even if it gets too bright.
Fan Cang had been observing Song Xiaozhu, watching her "eat" the fragments, watching her suffer, watching her descend into fear, madness, and Disorder —oh, and the last point was quite disappointing.
Fan Cang: "You're quite impressive."
"Wow, 28 fragments easily swallowed."
He used the word "eat," and in a way, it really was about eating.
Song Xiaozhu asked him, "What happens if God-Favored takes Fragment of the Heart of the Creator?"
Fan Cang's initial joy vanished. He scoffed, "If you were more honest and admitted your Slaughter Value now, I might not necessarily have to kill you at dawn. Shang Xiaoyue, Gao Mingshu, and Su Wenjun are all still alive. Your abilities are quite interesting; I can let you live until the end."
Shang Xiaoyue, Gao Mingshu, and Su Wenjun are currently ranked first and second in terms of Slaughter Value.
There's a high probability they'll be suppressed by Fan Cang tomorrow, and then chased down by Fan Cang.
Song Xiaozhu wondered why these two, who should both be backed by large organizations and have their own information channels, didn't also become the eagle behind the oriole.
However, they didn't come, and Fan Cang seemed certain that they wouldn't.
Song Xiaozhu frowned. "I've told you many times, but you just don't believe me."
Fan Cang was clearly furious, and his disgust for her was undisguised. "Your self-righteous caution and cunning will only hasten your demise."
Song Xiaozhu wasn't angry. Instead, she asked Fan Cang with a hint of amusement, "Your logic is quite interesting. You're an ' All-Purpose Warrior ' with immense strength. Even if everyone else combined, they might not be able to defeat you... With such a huge disparity in strength, is it reasonable to expect others to hand over their vulnerable bellies to your blade?"
Fan Cang: "After hatching, I have never harmed any 'real' weaklings."
Suppressing her disgust, Song Xiaozhu retorted, "Fine, you won't hurt them, but how will they trust you?"
Fan Cang: "That's their business."
Song Xiaozhu: "You're asking a blind person to open their eyes and see the world."
"Blind people can't see the world, but they won't pretend to be able to," Fan Cang sneered. "The most fatal thing isn't blindness, but blindness of the heart. Hypocritical people create a hypocritical world, making those who uphold sincerity suffer. Is that fair? Why should hypocrites be in power, and why should sincere people suffer? Since this world is already false, then I will break it down and reshape it. This time, I will let sincere people take power and strangle hypocrisy from the very beginning!"
Song Xiaozhu frowned slightly. She looked at Fan Cang and asked him, " Fan Cang, are you even human?"
Fan Cang suddenly narrowed his eyes. Song Xiaozhu's words sounded like an insult at first glance, but she quickly followed up with, "You think you're a 'god'."
Whether sincere or not
Falsehood is part of the complexity of human nature.
At this moment, Fan Cang wanted to erase the other side.
Fan Cang raised his eyebrows arrogantly, but his eyes grew even darker. " The Creator is a god, and I am destined to capture the Heart of the Creator."
He is walking a path to "becoming a god".
That's why I imagined such an extremely idealistic future.
Song Xiaozhu saw clearly once again the difference in their choices.
It has nothing to do with killing.
It has nothing to do with ability.
Instead, she only ever saw herself as a human being.
Only people can see people.
In God's eyes, all are ants.
Those who instigate the conflict among the God-Favored surely want to completely destroy human civilization.
Song Xiaozhu's memories of Li Shijian became increasingly clear.
On a sunny afternoon, they sat on the ground under a large, lush green tree, and she asked him, "Uncle, what's it like outside the ' Clouds '? I want to go see it."
Even under the glaring sunlight, Li Shijian's skin remained as cold and frozen as ice. "It's dirty there, you..."
Song Xiaozhu felt a chill run down her spine, and her memory came to an abrupt end.
Fan Cang actually answered her question, "How could God-Favored have the chance to obtain the Heart of the Creator?"
As he spoke, he bent down and easily picked up the twenty-eight Fragment of the Heart of the Creator. Then, white mist rose and the fragments disappeared. Only a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by arrogance.
The mechanical sword emitted a pleasant humming sound.
Fan Cang gently stroked the sword and said to Song Xiaozhu, "There are still two hours until dawn. Do what you want to do now."