Eldritch Horror Theatre

A gathering of flowers and brocades.

Although he had emphasized the fireworks earlier, in Fu Qian’s eyes, this idiom better suited the scene unfolding before him.

The multicolored eyes exploding from the soft skin were only the beginning. Sounds resembling wails soon followed one after another, so much so that the comedy duo couldn’t even get a word in edgewise.

Furthermore, there were maddening ravings, smiles so sweet they were intoxicating, and the agonizing cries of a newborn—rising and falling in succession to form a true chain reaction.

The facts proved that these transcendent limbs were far from simple. They had been endowed with far more than a mere trace of divinity by this dream.

The only exceptions were that they hadn’t been attached to the tentacles, and their movements weren’t completely under control.

The latest proof was that every single ”firework” that exploded corresponded to a different kind of divinity.

He didn’t even need Transcendent Perception. Just from the visual spectacle alone, Fu Qian could tell they contained completely different symbols of power.

It was as if every limb that broke away from its original host family had its innate talents successfully unearthed, receiving a warm welcome from its corresponding Godhood Sequence.

So he actually didn’t need to lift a finger; this divine dream had already helped them achieve a certain degree of Sublimation?It wasn’t simply influencing them with its own divinity, but tailoring its guidance to their aptitudes to help them establish a connection?

Was this also why they had been so energetic the moment they met?

Watching fireworks still required writing a review. In that moment, as Fu Qian wandered through the dazzling imagery, he seemed to gain a deeper, integrated understanding of everything he had encountered along the way.

But how was this achieved? It was simply more exaggerated than the enlightenment brought by a Gospel Shockwave.

Even as a proper Ancient Higher Being, did Annalise actually possess an expertise in this area that could surpass the Mother of Gospel?

The sea of mind.

No matter how outrageous a matter was, there was always a logical answer to explain it.

Relying on his excellent cognitive habits, Fu Qian almost instantly recalled the Demon Mountain he had just visited.

The numerous vivid and paranoid personalities inside had been officially certified by the Warehouse as dregs from the sea of mind.

It might not be the exact same thing as what lay before his eyes, but it clearly proved that Annalise’s God’s First Dream could, to a certain extent, link to that place which repelled the gods.

Setting aside the underlying reasons for now, could the Sublimation these transcendent limbs obtained be the same as the wills of the people in the mission, also benefiting from the sea of mind?

After all, he had even discovered on the Witch’s end that the sea of mind seemed to possess connectivity beyond imagination.

And while repelling higher entities was one thing, the test Su Gao had cooperated with earlier had already proven that the sea of mind didn’t actually forbid entry to ordinary High-Tier Transcendents.

To summarize, the situation before him was likely because this god’s residual dream was quite close to the sea of mind, so much so that the transcendent limbs sequentially reflected some divinity from their corresponding sequences.

And under the stimulation of the Bloodline Curse, they violently displayed this fact.

Unfortunately, just as he had seen before, these limbs were ultimately too frail.

Even with his help, and even as they churned and fused with each other to accumulate hybrid advantages, it still wasn’t enough to support them in becoming ’better versions of themselves.’ Ultimately, they still perished prematurely during the process of shedding their shells.

There were exceptions, of course; some had still won the genetic lottery.

At a certain moment, among the fireworks blooming across the sky, one actually slanted its trajectory, shooting a sharp edge straight at Fu Qian.

Moreover, right up until it was flicked away by a single finger, that sharp Crystal Spear showed absolutely no sign of crumbling.

That was right, it was indeed a ’crystal.’

Fu Qian’s gaze fell upon a massive body in the distance.

Who said flourishing flowers withered easily?

Teeth and claws twisted together to form a torso, while curved bones and flesh granulations flared out everywhere.

It was a lump of a creation that wildly violated common sense, like a mountain of shit that had violently mashed together various elements related to life.

Any single part of it was already on the verge of collapse, but by fitting together, this mountain of shit actually started to function, maintaining a bizarre equilibrium.

So much so that the ”fireworks” catalyzed by the Finger Pulp managed to leave traces on its body, truly freezing that radiant spectacle in place.

It was a pity that while the aesthetic beauty was there, blooming upon this mountain of shit only brought about a nauseating impact.

Just a single glance made one feel as if their DNA had been contaminated.

So much so that compared to it, the current appearances of Old Man Lu and his companion could actually be called fresh and clean.

But none of that actually mattered. What mattered was that this mountain of shit even had a tail.

A crystal-clear tail with the sharp, multifaceted edges of cut crystal.

And the ”spear” from just now was exactly this tail thrusting straight over.

There was actually an unexpected harvest?

The moment the element of crystallization appeared, it was undoubtedly worthy of any degree of attention.

Even this test done on a whim had attained Sublimation because of it.

In this utterly chaotic wet market of transcendent parts, with mutual contamination, noise, intermingling scents, and even self-pollination—a strange twist of fate had ultimately birthed a new breed?

Although it was abstract, with the blessing of enough luck, it wasn’t an unimaginable scenario.

But for crystalline elements to actually appear on this new breed, that was a completely different matter.

Was the Divine Path corresponding to a certain transcendent limb eroded too severely, or was this truly created out of nothing?

If it was the latter, did this count as demonstrating the gestation process for the origin of crystals he had just theorized so quickly?

’Crystallization is the degradation of the transcendent’—he hadn’t forgotten the other sentence he wrote down in the Inverted Lake.

Did this count as a living, breathing example right before his eyes?

This pile of transcendent power was thoroughly mashed up by him acting as a blender, and then a crystal appeared from within?

Was this how crystals appeared during the Long Night too?

Just witnessing this scene alone made the trip worthwhile.

”What exactly did you do—” Unfortunately, some people didn’t share that sentiment. In that moment, the two-headed human fiend erupted into a heart-wrenching roar.

It was obvious that Old Man Lu was sharper this time, being the first to refuse to accept the changes happening before him.

In just this brief moment, the lineup of those who had aggressively gathered to watch the spectacle had been all but wiped out.

Apart from the gorgeous lump in front of him, the Rebirth Club’s years of accumulation had essentially been swept clean.

It could only be said that as a contestant determined to establish a new Rebirth Club, his method of ringing out the old and bringing in the new was a little too thorough.

”What exactly did you do—”

But this clearly wasn’t the most agonizing part for the two elders. Kikuchi, who practically repeated Lu Ming’s exact words, was actually clawing madly at his own body with one hand in that moment, as if trying to rip out bugs that had burrowed underneath his skin.

Even though they were sitting in the spectator seats, under Fu Qian’s deliberate rapid flip-flopping as a source of pollution, the two of them had spent the vast majority of the time enveloped within the Crimson Storm just now.

Thus, their kinship with this lump of a thing right now was probably very difficult to untangle; getting somewhat implicated was unavoidable, right?

However, before Fu Qian could speak up to answer their doubts, the two heads exchanged a glance the next moment, as if reaching some sort of resolution, and directly transformed into a streak of light, sprinting away.