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Standing at the center of the spiral wall, Fu Qian realized a serious problem.
He now found these things much more pleasing to the eye.
Even the originally uncomfortable unevenness now seemed to possess a mysterious sense of order.
This was surely more than just mental contamination.
Suppressing the emerging murderous desire within his heart, Fu Qian realized this change was due to his integration with that thing.
It made sense, after all, in some way, he was the very source of distortion, finding kindred things familiar was only natural.
As the saying goes, ever since he became mentally disturbed, everything looked just fine.
Controlling himself not to indulge in that destructive desire, Fu Qian walked over to the white tree.
Next, he still had to find the Frenzied Spirit, although he was not certain.
But anyhow, it seemed to be the likeliest target for the task at hand.