Chapter 1215: The Stick Insects of Sacred Night Capital (21)

"Okay."

Facing Fu Qian's request, Su Gao only replied softly.

Her demeanor was perfectly natural, no different than when she was reminded just moments ago to come over and compensate someone for their loss.

"Don't resist. Immerse yourself completely, just like last time."

Fu Qian did not betray this steadfast trust. The next moment, the Lucid Dream flashed to life in his hand.

The dimly lit corner was instantly enveloped.

...

The "last time" Fu Qian mentioned naturally referred to his first exchange with Nepheli on Ye Island, an experience where Su Gao had cooperatively entered a dream.

For Su Gao, recalling that event took almost no time at all.

With her active cooperation and Fu Qian's increasingly refined control, the dream formed with almost no ripples. It was truly silently nourishing all things.

He didn't even need to set an ending rule for it to hold stable for a while.

"Look here."

As he spoke, a small triangular prism appeared in his hand, and he recalled a fun little experiment from many years ago.

The next moment, as a beam of light shot through it, a rather narrow band of rainbow projected onto a curtain that had appeared out of thin air.

It was the simplest light scattering experiment, and the rainbow didn't look anomalous at all.

Fu Qian withdrew his gaze and observed Su Gao again.

Even within the dream, Su Gao looked no different than she had a moment ago.

She didn't exhibit the reaction from his last meeting with Nepheli, where she had grown quietly translucent with a thinned presence.

'Could I be overthinking it?'

"Tell me the colors you see, in order."

Fu Qian said softly a moment later.

"From top to bottom."

Although she didn't understand Fu Qian's goal, Su Gao clearly wasn't going to waste time questioning him. She immediately began accurately describing her observations.

"Red, orange... blue—"

A common phenomenon like a rainbow was quite familiar to anyone, so Su Gao's recitation was naturally very fast.

However, at a certain moment, her voice came to an abrupt halt, and she frowned.

"This..."

"What's wrong?"

Doing his best to maintain the stability of the dream, Fu Qian blinked and asked.

"It's very strange. The sixth color should be blue, and I know it's blue, but I actually have this faint feeling that the sky should be purple!"

Su Gao tried to describe her confusion in the most concise language possible.

"Are you sure?"

Fu Qian listened carefully and asked for confirmation.

"I'm not sure."

Su Gao shook her head.

"Make sure."

Fu Qian snapped his fingers, adding an ending rule to the dream.

The content of the rule was very simple: it just required Su Gao to confirm the question about the sky's color from just a moment ago.

"Mhm."

Su Gao instantly narrowed her eyes in deep thought.

Her active effort was so great that one couldn't even tell the dream's rule was urging her on.

Of course, even so, she soon revealed a trace of pain.

It only lasted for a few seconds before the dream shattered with a crash.

"The sky is purple."

Opening her eyes again in the darkness, she looked at Fu Qian and spoke firmly.

Purple... 'So I really wasn't overthinking it. The worst possibility has probably arrived.'

Facing her feedback, Fu Qian sighed inwardly, drawing a rather pessimistic conclusion.

"Please wait a moment."

The next moment, as if recalling something, Su Gao quickly took out a black-bound notebook.

The notebook was even older than the one in Levin's hands, though its decorations were much more exquisite.

The Abyss Notes. Naturally, Fu Qian recognized this thing.

It seemed Su Gao had been carrying it with her the whole time.

Without a word, Su Gao ran her finger across the edge of her sword. Quickly opening the notebook to a blank page, she began to write with her flowing blood.

Given the angle she deliberately maintained, Fu Qian could clearly see what she was writing. It was exactly the issue from just a moment ago.

[The clear sky is purple]

And the moment this line of text was finished, it did not immediately shatter.

This once again proved that Su Gao had been telling the truth just now; she truly and firmly believed that the sky was purple.

Because according to the traits of the notebook, if one harbored any doubts about what they wrote, the text would immediately shatter, producing no judgment result whatsoever.

Of course, in their line of sight right now, the unshattered text was acting as if it had met a void eraser, slowly being wiped clean from the notebook bit by bit.

She firmly believed it, but the statement was false.

"Mister Fang."

Under these bizarre developments, Su Gao didn't show any signs of confusion. She merely looked earnestly at Fu Qian.

It was obvious that although this issue with the sky's color overturned one's worldview, she didn't want him to waste time explaining it to her.

Her sole purpose in doing this was to confirm to Fu Qian what she had just said—that she firmly believed the sky was purple.

"Thank you for your trouble. Actually, you are right; it is the world that is wrong."

Fu Qian naturally understood this perfectly and gave a slight nod.

"You simply haven't drifted with the tide."

...

The scene on the notebook just now looked extremely normal at first glance.

A false statement was judged as false. After all, how could the sky be purple?

But what if one temporarily forgot about common sense and focused solely on the question itself?

Under what circumstances would the sky be purple? Simple: under wrong circumstances.

When Su Gao wrote that line of text, Fu Qian had already confirmed his deduction: the worst possibility had arrived.

Although he had quite a bit of history with Blazing Rainbow, the entity hid itself extremely carefully, so his actual understanding of it was limited.

This was also one of Blazing Rainbow's sources of confidence in executing these operations on him.

Fortunately, in this entity's meticulously designed Abyss pollution plan, he had once done some rather thorough sabotage work.

The reward he obtained was that in the subsequent mission summary, the Warehouse had explained its operation plan to him in detail.

Summarized, there was only one core aspect: Dislocation.

Blazing Rainbow clearly possessed authority related to light and color. On the surface, the plan used different colors to reflect different futures, allowing them to couple and rotate with each other, forcefully creating order to transform The Abyss.

But the actual focal point was that within the same future, the colors were constantly undergoing fine-tuning, twisting the correspondence between the present moment and a more distant future until it became completely chaotic.

It was like adding a combination lock that only it controlled, using it to resist the endless erosion of The Abyss.

And in this gamble, the Warehouse's role was actually similar to that of The Abyss.

His current state was that of being synchronized into a historical fragment located by the Warehouse to carry out a task. Everything that happened here would be merged into history if successful, or vanish into nothingness if it failed.

And theoretically speaking, the process of merging into history was exactly what connected it with the future.

Blazing Rainbow's methods for dealing with The Abyss seemed to be replicable here as well.

That meant twisting this period of history so that the future could not recognize or correspond to it.

In the end, even if he completed the task, the Warehouse would no longer be able to recognize it, failing to issue a task completion judgment and end the operation.

This was its true source of confidence in risking resources and vowing to step in and obliterate him.

As long as it stalled for a little time, allowing the Dislocation to reach a certain degree, even if he reduced Sacred Night Capital to ruins, he still wouldn't be able to complete the task and leave; he could only quietly await a final, despairing end.