Reverend Half Insanity

Administrator Fang Yuan's gaze cuts through the void like a blade, his eyes twin abysses that devour light, hope, and even the concept of resistance. The weight of his stare presses down on Demonic Fang Yuan, heavier than a collapsing star, crushing the air into a suffocating stillness. Every fiber of Demonic Fang Yuan's being trembles under the pressure—his muscles tighten, his breath grows shallow. Yet, his face remains a cold, emotionless mask. No fear, no anger, no regret. His dark, hollow eyes reflect nothing but a void, a mirror of the endless expanse he once wandered. A void that swallows even the light of stars.

Administrator Fang Yuan's voice slices through the silence, sharp and deliberate, each word a blade cutting into the fabric of reality. His tone is calm, almost mocking, but beneath it lies a searing intensity that burns like the heart of a dying sun.

"You chased ultimate power," he begins, his voice low and deliberate, each syllable dripping with disdain. "True immortality was your obsession. Your relentless pursuit of it led to world-shattering events. You refined the entire Gu World. Every living being—from the smallest insects to the most revered venerables—became fuel for your goal. But what happened after you merged the whole world into your immortal aperture?"

He pauses, letting the question hang in the air like a guillotine poised to fall. His eyes narrow, piercing through Demonic Fang Yuan's facade. "You found yourself in an endless, timeless void. And in that void, you made the most horrifying realization: you couldn't open your immortal aperture, the very source of your strength. You couldn't even sense it."

The silence that follows is suffocating, the air thick with unspoken implications. Demonic Fang Yuan stands motionless, his face a mask of absolute indifference. There is no flicker of emotion, no tension in his posture, no hint of a reaction. His eyes, dark and hollow, reflect nothing—no fear, no anger, no regret. They are empty, like the void itself.

"You tried endless methods," Administrator Fang Yuan continues, his voice dripping with dark amusement, each word deliberate, each syllable a blade aimed at the heart of Demonic Fang Yuan's existence. "But it was all fruitless. It was as if your immortal aperture had never existed. And then, you discovered something even worse: you couldn't use your Gu worms." He leans forward slightly, his gaze sharpening, as if to drive the point deeper. "You tried everything—from the lowest to the most powerful—but none responded. It was as if they weren't made to be used there. And they weren't. Those Gu worms were specially created for the Gu World, the very world you merged with your immortal aperture. And there, you couldn't even sense that aperture. You were helpless. Powerless. All you had left was your raw physical strength."

The words hang in the air, heavy with finality. Demonic Fang Yuan's expression remains unchanged, his face a cold, emotionless slate. His mind, however, is a machine, analyzing, calculating, dissecting every word. He remembers the void—the endless walking, the timeless expanse, the crushing weight of isolation—but these memories evoke nothing. No regret for the lives sacrificed, no fear of the emptiness, no longing for what was lost. They are simply data, facts to be processed.

"But you didn't give up," Administrator Fang Yuan says, his tone shifting, almost admiring. "Giving up isn't an option for you, is it? You never give up. So, you started walking. Through the endless void, where time has no meaning. You walked, not knowing how much time had passed—days, years, centuries? It didn't matter. You walked, because that's all you could do."

As he speaks, the void around them seems to shift, as if reflecting the memories he describes. Demonic Fang Yuan's mind drifts back to that endless journey, the questions that haunted him, the answers that eluded him. He remembers the first time he encountered something in the void—a treasure so vast, so incomprehensible, that it dwarfed even his ambitions. He had observed it, studied it, absorbed its power, but no matter how much he took, it remained endless, mocking his greed.

"You found treasures," Administrator Fang Yuan continues, his voice low and deliberate, "treasures beyond your wildest imagination. Each one more valuable, more powerful than the last. You devoured them like a hungry beast, growing stronger with each one. But no matter how much you took, the treasures were endless, as if mocking your greed. And eventually, you became indifferent to them, even as they made you stronger. You ignored them, walking further into the void, only to find even greater treasures—treasures so powerful, so incomprehensible, that you couldn't even grasp their true nature."

Demonic Fang Yuan's mind flashes with images of those treasures, their brilliance, their power, their endlessness. He remembers the confusion, the questions that plagued him: Why were they there? Who had left them? What was their purpose? He had searched for answers, walking for what felt like countless ages, but the void offered no explanations, only more questions.

"Do you want to know the answer?" Administrator Fang Yuan asks, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Demonic Fang Yuan's eyes flicker, a faint spark of interest breaking through his mask of indifference. He remains silent, but his stillness speaks volumes. He is listening.

Administrator Fang Yuan laughs, a low, menacing sound that reverberates through the void. "Ha ha ha. You are not even capable of knowing. Ha ha ha. Even if I wanted to tell you, you couldn't handle it. Ha ha ha."

The laughter fades, leaving behind a heavy silence. Demonic Fang Yuan's voice cuts through the void, cold and emotionless. "What!"

Administrator Fang Yuan's gaze sharpens, his eyes piercing through Demonic Fang Yuan's defenses. "It is related to something very big, so much that even this world is unable to handle it. And it is called… FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE."

The void around them begins to tremble, as if it cannot bear the weight of the term. The very fabric of existence seems to warp and distort, as though countless stars are collapsing under the pressure. Demonic Fang Yuan feels an intense, crushing force pressing down on him, as if the entire universe has declared war against him. His body shakes violently, every fiber of his being rebelling against him. An invisible force, ancient and omnipotent, seeks to exterminate him.