Eldritch Horror Theatre

Who exactly was the author of the script?

Perhaps that task had been successfully cleared long ago, but the question was hard to ignore.

Unfortunately, the Warehouse’s summary contained very little relevant information.

However, his current harvest seemed to offer some possible answers... Impermanence? Master Yuhun? Or something else whose name didn’t matter at all?

Yes. The instant his perception recovered, Fu Qian clearly realized he could sense the staff members going about their daily routines outside the Linghui Courtyard.

The Witch had made it very clear. Because of how it functioned, the Burial Scroll’s effect wasn’t perfect; he could only perceive those who were perceiving him.

Right now, he was in a corner so private that perceiving him wouldn’t be easy even for the instructors.

Fu Qian felt that the greatest benefit of being fully prepared was that, upon noticing something strange, he could come up with an explanation as quickly as possible—they weren’t perceiving him; they were merely sharing in his existence.

A shared network was running, just like back in Baerluk.

By comparison, this one was even more concealed.Not only was there no opening overhead, but even the script adjustments were far more natural.

...

He had to admit that at first glance, the aesthetic felt a bit disjointed.

After all, the task reward at the time had been the Divine Trait of Lie, and the fused form was even called the Pale Prophet.

Because of this, Fu Qian had always leaned toward the idea that behind Baerluk was some specific higher entity served by prophets and seers.

Yet based on his previous judgment, Master Yuhun was clearly on the cultivation path, which corresponded to the imagined ’sugar’.

However, once he accepted this premise, thinking it over made it easy to find explanations for many things.

Wasn’t Master Yuhun’s revered philosophy precisely the legendary concept of illusions and empty flowers?

Everything was a delusion. There was no such thing as truth, and language and thought were even more laughable.

And the defining characteristic of that group in Baerluk was giving up the chore of thinking, surrendering their egos to the control of some higher power.

Of course, there was another issue here: they actually had a lineage—a branch of the Blind Eye School.

On the one hand, the eye shapes on their skulls required specific craftsmanship; on the other hand, they had a long history and had already existed for quite a while.

From what he understood of Master Yuhun, compared to the long history of the transcendent world, he was still quite young. But it didn’t matter. If Master Yuhun’s age didn’t line up, wasn’t there still Impermanence?

Right now, relying on this brief connection, Fu Qian felt he was experiencing something entirely unprecedented.

To the point that he even gained some insight into that very name.

...

Fu Qian rarely used ’indescribable’ to describe something because he found the word far too negative, especially for an academic.

However, the moment the Burial Scroll activated, he clearly knew his perception was recovering, yet at the same time, he couldn’t find the right words to describe the thing on the other end.

That was it. It was exactly the feeling that had been described more than once.

Language and symbols were nothing but self-made cages, filthy delusions whose only purpose was to prove their own error...

Attempting to describe it with anything would be wrong. The only thing one could decipher was the incorrectness extending from that endpoint, thereby gaining a sliver of erroneous understanding—like Master Yuhun.

He had finally found it. Linghui hadn’t disappointed his expectations after all.

Without any need for communication, or even seeing a true physical form, Fu Qian remained certain that the loser of their last wager was right there.

And the relationship between Master Yuhun and that endpoint was just as he had theorized—like an erroneous projection extending from the indescribable.

But even so, by comparison, it still manifested as a kind of ultimate purity.

And it was just as transcendent and immortal as that indescribable entity.

The reason he could perceive so much in an instant was that Fu Qian knew full well that not only was he watching the other party, but the other party was watching him—and he was even watching himself.

That was right. It truly lived up to being His Excellency Master Yuhun’s ultimate refinement method. Not even he had been able to escape the chain of the wager regarding who was the inner demon back then.

At first glance, Fu Qian confirmed that Master Yuhun on the other end also belonged to his own fallacy.

Because the latter had acted too decisively, he had already been reverse-refined.

The battle over who was the inner demon had actually yielded a clear result long ago.

...

So, had Master Yuhun originally been in this state?

To be honest, when he dealt with him before, he hadn’t felt this immortal.

According to Old Man Stoss, he hadn’t seemed quite so transcendent either, and still possessed a specific identity.

The experience in that instant was incredibly marvelous, but Fu Qian absolutely hadn’t forgotten to ask questions, the most prominent of which was a certain contradiction.

Mainly because, compared to his previous chattiness, Master Yuhun on the other end was too quiet. He had no intention of communicating at all and seemed to exist merely as a sliver of a concept.

If he had possessed such a mental state from the start, Fu Qian felt the man wouldn’t have become obsessed with gambling earlier and ended up losing everything.

So—did he enter this state because he lost?

Truth be told, Fu Qian had seen some guys enter a special mental state after losing all hope of a comeback, breeding a sort of transcendent aura.

It was just that this guy’s transcendence was a bit too extreme, wasn’t it? It was comparable to dropping the Butcher’s Cleaver and ascending on the spot.

After all, he had previously assigned His Excellency Master Yuhun to the cultivation path, so this indescribable entity before him could be assumed to be the extracted ’sugar’.

If that was truly the case, did this mean he had delivered an obsessed spirit?

Although defeated, he had achieved complete enlightenment and attained the Dao fruit. This could be considered a grand happy ending—he had even gifted the fruit to Fu Qian.

Yes. In this short time, Fu Qian was already absolutely certain he had a claim over that thing.

And regarding the earlier mention of ’watching himself,’ he was already attempting to use this connection to examine the divine body of the Mechanical King of the Abandoned Prison from an alternative perspective.

All in all, it was exceedingly marvelous. He was indeed a Tyrant, but at the same time, it seemed he had accommodated a Dao fruit using this special method.

No matter how he looked at it, these were two different types of paths to becoming a God. Fu Qian wasn’t sure if any past higher entity had ever achieved this. After all, his current harvest was the result of being in the right place at the right time with the right people.

As for the benefits it brought...

Fu Qian moved his hand away from the scroll and pulled something from his coat.

This action undoubtedly drew the surrounding gazes once more, and they were quickly attracted by the Silver-White Pistol he drew.

In disbelief, they rapidly looked over at the agonizing body across from them.

”You can stop now.”

At the same time, Fu Qian reminded Wen Li.