Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1559: Chapter 1554: Moderation of Moderation

”You remember the points very well!”

For Ji Liushuang, who had spent a great deal of effort to finally struggle and make a response, Professor Fu expressed his encouragement immediately, followed by earnest guidance.

”But you also need to remember, this is just my personal reference opinion, it hasn’t gone through sufficient exemplification.”

”Additionally, even though it’s not entirely appropriate here, this spirit of skepticism is still quite commendable.”

”Thank you... So you also feel that there’s something off about this Sanctuary?”

Although receiving praise, Ji Liushuang was obviously a bit confused by such an inappropriate phrasing.

Even in this situation, regarding this sacred place, she instinctively chose to use as tactful words as possible.

”Indeed, it exudes a certain aura; even I seem to feel Transcendence, joy, and Eternity, and this name... White Head Holy Church.”

Fu Qian expressed a strong understanding of these emotions, and amidst his admiration, he even took two steps forward, gently stroking the dangling silver threads with the back of his hand.

”I believe if it were to open to the public, wedding reservations could easily be booked out for several years, right, Brother Benji?”

At the end, Fu Qian’s gaze had already fallen on the test personnel.

...

”That scenario is indeed imaginable.”

From the beginning appearing thoroughly enlightened, all obsessions vanished, Benji faced Fu Qian’s evaluation of the Sanctuary without any displeasure.

A warmly infectious and eternal face, the feeling of ease almost radiating light.

”I believe that if it could really be done, it should bestow a unique significance to life, allowing them to witness an inconceivable wonder—”

In the next moment, that almost saintly rhetoric abruptly came to a halt.

Because simultaneously, in this sacred place, there came a sound of moaning, as though sobbing in complaint.

Alongside this heart-stirring and enchanting sound, thick liquid droplets began to fall from above, splashing all over the white long table.

What desecration!

At that moment, this scene forcibly imprinted the thought into everyone’s consciousness.

Brightness in the eyes finally dimmed slightly, as Benji instinctively looked up toward the origin of the liquid.

Right above the long table, a slender pale pink, yet tree branch-like curved limb extended from behind the low-hanging curtains.

And amidst the fluttering silver threads, even more could be seen densely packed.

All these limbs were stretching at bizarre angles, like a strange spider that had just woken up.

And the strands of liquid came from a swollen, deformed head nestled among these tree branch-like limbs.

Disfigured features, murky eyeballs, even the hair varied in thickness, resembling a tangled mess.

And seemingly visible through the scorching breaths, liquid flowed continuously from the mouth.

To such an extent that even the person in question would struggle to recognize themselves in a mirror—

”Ian?”

Yet in the next instant, facing a scene ten times more blasphemous, Ji Liushuang, also looking up, uttered a name in a dazed tone.

...

Quite perceptive of the girl, being able to recognize even in such a state.

Faced with Miss Liushuang’s proactive remark, Fu Qian secretly praised in his heart for a moment.

Of course, it’s his handiwork.

As the Master of the Dream Realm, this is definitively our home turf, inserting a person with connections is no big deal.

Even though both are members of the Academy, given Professor Ian’s style, someone like Ji Liushuang, a genius of the Swordsmanship Department, probably wouldn’t think much of him, and the two shouldn’t be too familiar.

Yet in a situation akin to having everything about oneself completely altered, Classmate Ji’s guess was truly remarkable.

”What is... that thing?”

Unfortunately, Brother Benji, the victim of the incident, was obviously unfamiliar with the name, and at this moment, facing this shocking disparity, he finally burst out a question.

Especially in the next moment, the slowly unfolding limb had already grasped the silver-threaded curtain, gradually sliding down.

Crystalline and moist, weak and boneless, the longest limb, its tip waving a bud of flesh, had already swept past everyone, pressing onto the messy tabletop.

...

For such a profane thing to appear in such a Sanctuary, even vaguely guessing who did it, the young Swordsmanship Department genius’s face turned ashen, as if ready to vomit at any moment.

Ugh—

Of course, by the time Benji asked, he had already thrown up.

In front of this overly impactful scene, the power of will seemed to become insignificant.

”What’s wrong? Doesn’t the color go well?”

Just then, the source of all wickedness, Fu Qian, aptly expressed concern and confusion, frowning at the entire Tree Spider that had dropped down.

The pale skin clearly matched the surrounding shades, was it really necessary to adjust the hair to white?

With these questions in mind, Professor Ian was already dragging his massive body, a long pink tongue hanging from his mouth, with his face tracing along the tabletop.

With greed and hunger, this emotion almost materialized, surging to the surroundings, while his body left a snail-like long trace all pointing toward the enormous Holy Emblem.

”No—”

A heart-wrenching scream finally erupted from one of the audience, Benji’s mouth.

Regrettably, though the emotion was unprecedented, this scream suddenly stopped—even self-terminated.

”I understand now... haha, what a wonderful sight...”

Only a brief moment of silence later, gazing at the body already climbing onto the emblem, administering ultimate defilement to the White Head Holy Church, Benji’s voice rose again.

Only this time it had an entirely new tone, some familiar thorough enlightenment once again appearing on him.

Gazing directly at the emblem, this image, which a moment ago was entirely unacceptable to him, suddenly seemed the most wonderful picture in the world, bringing indescribable relief.

”What do you think?”

Fu Qian did not rudely interrupt but instead turned to quiz the remaining audience.

”This guy...”

Having witnessed the entire transformation, Ji Liushuang could barely shift her gaze, tightly gripping her sword.

”Lost his mind long ago.”

And after taking a deep breath, she finally delivered a sharp critique, even glancing around the Sanctuary as if she instantly comprehended everything.

”This place doesn’t eliminate desire, it sublimates desire...”

”Just like other victims indulge in pleasure, while Benji achieves greater satisfaction through Moderation of Moderation, denying the sanctity of this restraint can also bring pleasure...”

”And then there’s the denial of sanctity...”

”From the moment the seed was planted, supposed rationality became merely the soil for desire, existing only to cultivate delight...”