Eldritch Horror Theatre

Locking down his career. Forbidding him from doing his job.

By doing this, the conspirators and the Reason Followers simply had no idea what a heinous crime they were committing!

Even in the face of the deafening gospel, they showed no remorse.

In that case, this seat had no choice but to count to three.

Expert Fu made this solemn inner declaration as he took another deep breath.

Of course, the primary purpose of his first two Gospel Shockwaves had been testing, and he had indeed drawn quite a few conclusions, but that wasn't important right now.

Judge actions not intent; the two of them being stubbornly incorrigible was an established fact.

Now, it was time to let them witness true power.

Up to this point, he had stuck strictly to the Spellcasting Path. He had yet to use Pseudo-God Incarnation or Mythical Form.

Truly, those who achieved great things knew when to yield and when to stand firm.

Even as he praised the man inwardly, the third Gospel Shockwave never left his lips. Fu Qian locked his intent onto the Emissary resting over his rugged head and casually pulled it off.

That was right—he was still in no rush to use Pseudo-God Incarnation and Mythical Form.

Ninety li is only halfway on a hundred-li journey; the Spellcasting Path hadn't reached its end yet.

...

Dim lighting, tall chairs, and a long table.

Brother Sanxun really hadn't lied. The Land of Purity created a higher level of confinement, rather than simply restricting personal freedom.

As the mask was removed, he returned to the Warehouse without any delay. Even the deep breath he had just taken remained in his chest.

Exhaling casually, Fu Qian had no intention of reverting to his original form. Instead, adapting to his current shape, he slithered over to the table with absolute majesty.

Brother Sanxun had also said that no matter how long he waited here, he would still be trapped in that cage the moment he put the mask back on.

He could easily heal his wounds here, make his preparations, and then challenge it time and time again.

This was the true process of smearing blood on the cage, not some careless loophole left behind by mistake.

As the mastermind behind the whole incident, Sha Ming perhaps didn't know the administrator's secrets, but his planning and adaptability were commendable. He had been especially decisive in handing the most professional parts over to the Followers to handle, ultimately forming a match made in heaven—which also benefited Fu Qian greatly.

Now, having chatted with them enough, it was time to explore something deeper.

Snatching an Old Lantern from the table, Fu Qian put on the mask once more.

Your cage is exquisite indeed. Just watch me drag in another prisoner to appreciate it with you.

Miniature Universe Aberrant Color.

Secret skill, Great Summoning Technique.

Roar—

The Follower really hadn't lied.

Upon reappearing, he was indeed still in that sludge-covered Underground, and even the audience remained the same.

Fu Qian didn't hold back; the third roar left his mouth immediately.

Except this time, it was a pure sonic wave attack, and at the same time, he casually struck the Lantern.

The brightness surged, and brilliant Distorted Colors flashed across this deathly silent Underground.

...

Sharing joy is better than enjoying it alone.

In fact, as early as when Brother Sanxun first mentioned the Prison of Myriad Truths, Fu Qian wasn't thinking about how to break out, but rather how to find himself a fellow inmate and drag someone else down with him.

For instance, a certain random Cosmic Deity.

Although it would only be a projection, Fu Qian was highly anticipating His reaction to the Land of Purity upon His appearance.

Since the last incident, that tree had clearly undergone a special change again—a change truly involving high-level power.

If it really matched his previous guess, the surviving ancient deities were all cautiously preserving themselves.

Then the evolution of this tree probably wouldn't want to be exposed to too many peers.

It might not even be something many of its peers wanted to see.

So rather than recklessly charging up and firing the first shot in the dark, Fu Qian preferred to let others start the performance first.

The only problem was this actor taking the stage...

The radiance that filled his vision lingered even longer than the last time.

When it finally faded amidst the utter silence, all eyes fell squarely on an extra, blurry humanoid figure.

It was nothing but a mere silhouette, yet all the gorgeous colors from moments ago seemed to have been entirely absorbed by Him.

And not just that—He seemed to absorb the original colors of the entire space as well.

In that instant, everything around them was reduced to shades of gray and white, making the atmosphere of despair even more fitting.

Blazing Rainbow?

He couldn't speak for the others, but this appearance was far too familiar to Fu Qian.

Back in the Sacred Night Capital, Blazing Rainbow had appeared in a similar form to converse with him face-to-face.

Did I really just summon the main entity directly?

"What is this..."

As the saying goes, great minds think alike. Sha Ming, who had stepped back slightly, had already voiced this exclamation a step ahead of him.

Clearly, as the top expert present, it was much easier for him to register the sheer shock brought by the sudden descent of the entity before them.

"Or perhaps you could ask Him yourself?"

Too bad Fu Qian had no interest in answering; he simply copied the reply he had given regarding Miranda back then.

...

"What is this..."

There was no need for Sha Ming to ask; the entity in question unexpectedly let out an ethereal sigh of His own.

At the very same moment, Fu Qian could feel the other party "glance" at him.

That same sense of thin fragility from their direct confrontation in the Sacred Night Capital reappeared, making all his disguises feel clumsy and inadequate.

"To actually be active to this extent... though it's a bit too chaotic..."

It was hard to say whether his true identity could be hidden, but the other party showed no intention of fighting. Instead, He continued to convey fragmented messages in that same tone.

"Just what are you—"

At the same time, Sha Ming finally couldn't help but ask again.

"What did you do?"

And it wasn't just him; within Fu Qian's unique perception, the voice belonging to the Third Follower also rang out.

Obviously, Fu Qian's method of struggle was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Unfortunately, the shock and confusion of those two were met with no response.

In the next moment, an orb of the exact same color appeared out of thin air in one hand of the colorful humanoid figure, expanding rapidly.

Indeed, being ruthless and speaking little was the true demeanor of a higher entity.

Fu Qian, who had already entered spectator mode, could fully sense the danger of that orb.

His original purpose in using the Great Summoning Technique was simply because he wasn't in a hurry to reveal his trump cards too quickly.

By muddying the waters like this, he was providing a sufficiently weighty variable to this seemingly unsolvable dead end.

However, the one who got summoned was really a bit too cooperative.

Not only did He not seek revenge, but He also didn't even need Fu Qian to fan the flames; He just struck directly without a word.

His decisiveness and sheer lack of hesitation made it look as though He had just spotted a peer crawling out of a pit.

That saying was right: the transcendent world was indeed perilous.

Even as he sighed in reflection, the entity seemed eager to live up to the praise. The orb, having gathered energy to its absolute limit, blossomed with a thunderous roar.

A radiance—identical in color to the flash when he struck the Lantern moments ago, but a thousand times more intense—swept across everything in sight once again.

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