Chapter 813: Chapter 811 Choices Chapter 813: Chapter 811 Choices The so-called remembering your original intention will lead you to success in the end.
Although thoroughly exhausting in his efforts, Fu Qian had not forgotten the crucial objective of this mission, which was to find an opportunity for self-improvement and advancement.
According to his previous understanding, after helping himself rapidly ascend to demigod status, the warehouse, due to its poor condition, temporarily lacked the power to weave the path for further promotion.
In such a case, Fu Qian’s strategy was simple–create opportunities to assist the warehouse.
This idea still stemmed from Brother Patch’s inspiration–if one could guide out some specific, necessary circumstances, the warehouse could be attracted.
That was to say, create an environment for it to perform.
After briefly evaluating the situation, Fu Qian realized that Yasui Tokiyuki, who would surely come knocking, could be utilized as an opportunity.
Would killing another divine being and entering the warehouse with the body of a godslayer produce such cause and effect that the warehouse would come and integrate?
Such mutual rushing toward each other could be seen as thus.
The mission prompt that just appeared indicated that Emperor Yasui had not died in vain.
Now, he could go seek the Wisdom of the Divine.
“I’ll do my best.”
During his contemplation, facing the wild thoughts of the lady in the red dress, Fu Qian nodded solemnly and turned his gaze toward the swimming pool.
The Wisdom of the Divine should be in there.
And this “water” pool, judging from the earlier experiences, going down to search and coming out covered in bruises was all too common.
That was only a minor issue, the problem was that at a glance, it seemed empty, not possibly another visually indistinguishable crystal?
Thump, thump!
Just then, the room’s only door started making sounds.
Someone outside was knocking in a rhythmic manner, neither too slowly nor too hastily.
“Ignore him.”
The lady in the red dress quickly reined in her laughter and advised Fu Qian.
“But we need to be quick, or else he will enter.”
“Alright.”
Suppressing the oppressive feeling brought by the knocking, Fu Qian said nothing more and quickly surveyed the surroundings.
Based on his previous conversation with Su Gao, the essence of the Divine Envoy’s ascension ceremony was using one’s divinity to connect to the essence of the corresponding authority.
The title ‘Wisdom of the Divine’ sounded very fitting.
Returning it to the original owner, who is the divine being that controls the authority?
Regardless, he needed to find it first.
Unfortunately, even with the bright lighting, nothing could be seen.
Although the pool was not large, relying solely on feeling around was a bit troublesome, and it might really require getting stitched up all over.
Wait a second–the light is very bright.
The next moment, Fu Qian’s gaze settled on a corner of the room.
On the bare wall, there was the most unadorned light switch.
“If this is the projection of my own thoughts, shouldn’t it carry a bit of my own style?”
Muttering to himself, Fu Qian did not respond to the call to dive back into the pool but instead went ashore, walked to the corner, and turned off the switch.
The room instantly went dark, except for the deep pool bottom, which shone with a faint, bright luster.
Even in the darkness, wisdom will shine–that really fits my style.
Quite satisfied in the moment, Fu Qian, aided by this faint light, leaped into the water.
…
It truly was a simple task, but why does this object seem so familiar?
Unbothered by new injuries on his body, Fu Qian examined the object he had retrieved.
This was no exaggeration, the object he had scooped up from the pool bottom was indeed a skull without a lower jaw.
Because it was completely transparent and clear, it had completely blended with the “pool water” just before.
And its form was very similar to a reward he had once crushed, which was called the Carnival of Sinful Desire.
So the Wisdom of the Divine is watching over the wisdom of divine beings?
A bit of a tongue twister but interesting indeed.
“You found it quickly, hand it over to me.”
Fu Qian stood and watched as the lady in the red dress approached eagerly, unable to wait to make her request.
“Are you being too impatient?”
Observing the blurred face, Fu Qian made no move.
“Hurry up!”
The lady in the red dress, however, could hardly wait and actually reached out to take it.
“Don’t worry.”
Fu Qian smoothly dodged.
So, Red Moon was the original owner of the Wisdom of the Divine?
Because of his previous behavior as a zealous believer, had he glimpsed His divine path?
Though it made some sense, this state was not good.
If he truly became His Divine Envoy, he felt that one day he might just bundle up smoothly.
But if not given to Him, what other choices were there?
The pool, covered in his own cuts and injuries, must be the manifestation of the nameless Mad God. If he didn’t remove the Wisdom of the Divine, the countdown’s end might actually favor that being.
The problem was that being was worse than Red Moon, having long gone completely mad.
“You got hurt again, let me sew it up for you.”
The lady in the red dress, failing to get what she wanted, suddenly changed her demeanor the next moment.
Not only was there no negative emotion, but her tone was even softer.
And as she held Fu Qian, her fingers stroked up and down, instantly sewing up all the wounds on his body.
…
It was truly difficult to decide.
Caught in reflection, Fu Qian no longer cared about these details.
So he had devised everything he could, though he forcefully found a path of the Divine Envoys, was it all wrongful?
This path to divinity was too rugged, wasn’t it? Was this the reason all the ancient Divine Beings went mad?
Yasui Tokiyuki did say that after his promotion to Divine Envoy, he could hardly maintain his humanoid form. It seemed he was not an exception.
Now, if he had to choose between the two, Red Moon seemed slightly more reliable–wait.
The next moment, Fu Qian suddenly looked toward the door, realizing something strange.
The knocking at the door had been going on since earlier and had never stopped.
And although he had no idea who it was, he felt no curiosity, and even subconsciously repelled it–this was far from his style.
After thinking it over, Fu Qian turned around, looking at his own reflection in the pool.
It was indeed his own face, but inexplicably awkward.
So that was it, Fu Qian had a sudden realization.
That was not his style, that was the style of Yasui Shi.
Before he put on the Sweet Dream Headcage, he had not only been tainted by two Divine Beings.
Even while maintaining Pseudo-Divine Being effect throughout, Yasui Shi had still influenced him, just like he had done to Sybil.
And although it didn’t force him to kill Su Gao or result in Red Moon and others manifesting concrete forms, it still influenced his subconscious judgment.
This truly was a spiritual contamination compared to what Emperor Yasui had done.
…
Without saying anything more, Fu Qian walked over and opened the door.
A figure in a white mask was standing there quietly.
From head to toe, it looked exactly like himself, except for that authority that belonged to Divine Beings.
The first instant Fu Qian knew it was himself.
In fact, at the time he wore the Sweet Dream Headcage, his will related to the station of Divine Beings was supposed to be four.
At that time, the Pseudo-Divine Being had not ended, so he counted as one.
Now, what was that saying again?
“If I have to choose, I choose to believe in myself.”
With the perfect air of teen angst in his line, Fu Qian handed over the Wisdom of the Divine.
[Current task completed]
Amidst the prompt, the scene before his eyes shattered thunderously.