Isn’t this suggesting that in Old Bai’s understanding, I am the Blood Moon?
As a victim, Brian did not acknowledge this statement.
Isn’t this defamation?
During his reflection,
Old Bai, exhausted from fleeing, grew slower and slower.
He could no longer run.
The devouring blood light chasing him would not wait.
It moved at a constant speed, overtaking and eventually swallowing the desperate Old Bai bit by bit.
The moment Old Bai was completely covered, the blood light finally stopped expanding.
The blood light trembled twice; then, like dawn breaking through clouds, it instantly turned the entire area into a bizarre dark red.
Under Brian’s indifferent gaze, after the blood light had engulfed the entire area, it began to twist and transform, eventually turning into a giant black and red human head.
The head was semi-transparent, its internal structure clearly visible.
Old Bai’s contaminated body was right inside the mouth of this face.
He screamed in terror, struggling furiously, flailing his arms, trying to grasp any lifeline.
He could only watch helplessly as he slid down the tongue of the face, as if falling into an endless abyss...
Seeing the head, Brian felt somewhat numb.
It seemed Old Bai had some issues with him.
The face was exactly his likeness.
As Old Bai continued to slide down the throat of the face, about to fall into a neck esophagus that wasn’t revealed,
As the Master of Heart Domain,
Brian had a premonition.
If Old Bai fell outside the area formed by the head, he would truly die.
Although Old Bai’s subconscious maligned him,
as a magnanimous person, Brian knew it was time to end this.
He stretched out his palm, tore through this projection space, and precisely grasped the terrified Old Bai by the collar, like pinching a tiny insect.
Old Bai still didn’t know what had happened.
Trembling, he looked up,
only to see a giant head, hundreds of times larger than himself, bearing a wide-open mouth with a smile...
He fainted quite straightforwardly.
He didn’t know how long had passed.
Old Bai, with a splitting headache, opened his eyes.
He scanned his surroundings a bit confusedly, then his eyes widened.
This place was actually a Taoist Temple.
The Taoist Temple was old.
The walls were made of a kind of rural mud brick mixed with straw,
a type of bricks that were cheap and mostly labor cost; as soon as it rained, they would make the surroundings muddy, and one couldn’t touch them without leaving a mud print.
Looking at the dilapidated Taoist Temple, Old Bai couldn’t help but shed tears.
He had returned to the Taoist Temple where he had grown up.
Old Bai greedily lay on the ground, touching the familiar yet unfamiliar earth, the clay walls, and the simple altar still emitting wisps of smoke...
Old Bai had thought that he had blurred all memories of this place.
But when he saw his surroundings, memories from decades ago couldn’t help but resurface.
It was exactly the same as his memories.
In this humble Taoist Temple, Old Bai wandered round and round.
After he had touched every part, with some fear and melancholy, he hesitated at the wooden door, his hand placed on the door.
After struggling for a long time.
The hand on the wooden door picked up and then set down.
The expression of struggle also appeared on Old Bai’s face.
Finally, he made a decision.
Old Bai took a deep breath, looking both hopeful and anxious, and pushed the door open.
In sight... darkness.
Old Bai stood still for a long time, eventually smiling bitterly in relief, "It’s all fake indeed, Brian, come out, don’t mock me..."
"You just miss your hometown too much."
Brian slowly appeared beside Old Bai: "You miss the Taoist Temple but are afraid to return because going back reminds you of unpleasant memories. Because of these memories, you keep running away, and beyond this door, there is nothing..."
"Sometimes honesty isn’t a good thing."
Old Bai sat on the doorframe, greedily touching the old and rough doorframe: "This place holds my happiest childhood memories, it is my root... Although it’s all fake, I still thank you."
He turned his head, looking at Brian: "Did you want to ask what I saw?"
Silence for a moment.
Old Bai shook his head:
"I no longer remember that moment.
My memory seems to have had a momentary gap.
Or perhaps not a gap.
I simply wasn’t able to retain the image...
I only remember being as small as an ant, seemingly seeing a corner of a giant, almost getting drowned by the overwhelming information."
Brian heard the answer he least wanted to hear.
He knew Old Bai wasn’t lying.
The projection had actually been fragments of Old Bai’s fragmented memory.
His consciousness was resisting recording what he saw, but still left traces.
The mouth can lie, but the projection of thought does not.
Before the physical collapse of Old Bai, what he said was true.
He had seen part of the essence of the Blood Moon!
Holding the last bit of hope, Brian pursed his lips: "Can you tell me what your ability really is?"
"I claimed it was purification, but it’s not.
My Blood Moon Gift Ability was originally ’Heart Sound.’"