Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1558: Chapter 1553: Sanctuary of White Heads

For the second question, Ben’s response speed was noticeably faster.

So much so that his answer almost appeared simultaneously with the surrounding transformation.

The previously empty pure white silently melted away like snow.

This cool transition was truly in harmony with his manner of speaking.

Most importantly, once the pure white disappeared, the feast previously spread on the table had yet to return.

Replacing it was a long table, slightly less white but gleaming with a strange luster.

Further away, there were chairs, a sanctuary platform, and in the middle, a giant emblem that felt extremely familiar—a replica of the Finger Ball in Ben’s hand.

This empty place, where almost everything was the same color, was clearly a religious building of moderate size.

At a glance, almost every part was permeated with sacred purity, untouched by filth.

Most impressive of all were the layers of snow-white draperies hanging from the dome, encircling the entire building.

Not only did they cover every radial window, but they also extended inward, neatly hanging in a special order, as smooth as silk—or perhaps they were silk.

With just a glance, one could confirm that this fantastical, dream-like scene was composed of strands drawn straight, all pure white without a trace of impurity.

It gave an illusion, as if a face gently bent over and gazed upon you.

Accompanied by Ben’s solemn proclamation of the term ”White Head Holy Church,” the atmosphere was truly rendered to its peak.

”It’s really splendid.”

Such an exquisite scene, even Fu Qian couldn’t help but voice his admiration.

Aside from asking questions, the release from Xinjian Prison was certainly what he gestured for Ji Liushuang to do.

He just didn’t expect the two to cooperate so seamlessly.

The reason for doing this was simple. When Ben’s ecstasy accumulated to its peak and he answered the first question, Fu Qian realized that outside the Sword Prison, this dreamscape centered around him was also subtly transforming.

But just like how he was restricted by Xinjian Prison, such transformations couldn’t be shown momentarily.

...

White Head Holy Church?

For the effect to be this good was truly an unexpected delight.

No wonder people say great efforts bring miracles.

Upon the sudden shift of the scene, in the awe-inspiring sight before them, the air was quite still.

While appreciating the unique architectural style, Fu Qian was very satisfied with such changes.

The original plan was to create ecstasy, elevated to the extreme, through various conditions, and then observe what role the Finger Ball played under such extreme circumstances.

The outcome not only seemed to help Ben transcend himself, actively ending the endless joy from restraint, but also directly projected such a special place with high-intensity support.

Is this the thing seen after holding that ball, the one that calms the ecstatic furnaces?

At a glance, it seemed quite reasonable.

In such a pure and flawless place, even a glimpse of its glory in one’s subconscious would provide some level of spiritual cleansing, right?

But now an interesting question arises—why does it work better the more severe the situation?

That parent, who fiercely reported the underground gathering, demonstrated with his fury just how much he cared for his daughter.

In such a situation, any slight improvement would likely not go unnoticed by him.

Is it like ferrying only destined men but ferries only sinners?

Is the realm too advanced?

”Is this the place?”

In his reflections, Fu Qian did not forget to confirm with Ben.

”This is the place.”

In almost the exact tone as before, Brother Benji, observing around him, no longer bore the twisted expression as if struggling to break free.

...

”When you first touched this ball, did you see this place?”

Fu Qian was evidently intrigued by Ben’s peculiar switch in aura, smiling inquisitively.

”No... even just now, I only vaguely saw the image...”

Gazing at the giant emblem, Ben’s voice sounded ethereal, as if he had gradually merged into this place.

”As for earlier... I could only feel a little, not even sure if I really saw it...”

”But now I’m sure... this is truly the holy place, just like the term that appeared in my consciousness...”

Sublime, this term seemed hard to refute.

Without interrupting Ben’s narration, Fu Qian instead used it as a voiceover, once again observing and assessing the place before him.

This place was undoubtedly of high ranking, even merely a projection, for someone like himself, who was already in the Second Phase, seemed to be assimilated by the holiness when in it, involuntarily desiring to immerse in the peace that dissolves desires.

From this perspective, the effects of the Finger Ball seemed immediately more rational.

Even though his own ranking wasn’t high, just by its design, it was certain there was some connection with this place.

When the ecstatic crowd held it, even a slight, barely detectable connection should still help dissolve their boiling joy.

And linking it to the earlier query, if this White Head Holy Church truly only ferries sinners, or rather those with greater desires are more affected by it.

Then Ben, as a naturally gifted member of the ecstatic crowd, with desires swollen to the limit under constant pressure, eventually evoked more responses from Sanctuary, and finally manifested it directly within the dreamscape—this process seemed quite reasonable too.

But in this way, another problem arises—the desire to curb joy, specifically targeting the ecstatic crowd.

Apart from the name White Head Holy Church, standing on the shoulders of the giant Professor Chang, my deep dive into the plan seemed to reach a conclusion not essentially different from her own?

This object appeared not only low in danger but even beneficial to the level of spiritual civilization? Writing the report later could be quite tricky.

”Miss Liushuang, what do you think?”

Never forgetting the purpose of this trip, Fu Qian smoothly redirected the question to his assistant.

”Here...”

However, this time, the assistant’s reaction was slower than usual.

Even Ji Liushuang, who, since leaving the Xinjian Prison, hadn’t spoken, now murmured in an ethereal tone.

With her Sword Heart Enlightenment, her perception was already clear and transparent. Upon entering such a place, she vaguely sensed all obsessions disappearing, achieving the Four Great Emptiness.

”... Something feels off.”

However, with determination, shifting her gaze to Fu Qian’s face, she eventually inhaled deeply and shook her head, forcing herself to reject that state of absolute freedom.

”Why?”

”You told me to find clarity within the murk, not transform into clarity.”