After saying these words, Eros looked toward that pure white flame, his tone carrying a trace of complexity:
"Is He not an existence that surpasses gods? How could He be ignited so easily?"
Regarding the Tentacle Brother's sudden vanishing, Eros’s mood was still rather complex.
After all, the Tentacle Brother had helped him far too many times on various occasions, even if He didn't know it Himself.
Barbara’s tone was tranquil: "Because He didn't resist. In fact, out of curiosity, after being ignited, He even actively cooperated with the burning."
"It seems that unknown deity understands Him very well, knowing that He is a... is a..."
At this point, Barbara got stuck, because she didn't know how to describe it either.
Eros added: "A fun-seeker. No, a fun-seeking god."
Barbara’s beautiful eyes lit up, and she nodded hurriedly: "Yes, exactly that."
The corners of Eros’s mouth twitched. One could only say, as expected of the Tentacle Brother—not only did He like to watch others for amusement, but He didn't even spare Himself.
Because He was ignited, He felt curious about how He caught fire, so He cooperated with the burning just to see how long He could burn?
"However, why is my spiritual flame pure white?"
After learning why the Tentacle Brother was burned, another doubt surfaced in Eros’s mind.
He remembered that according to records, spiritual flames were clearly orange-yellow. Why was his different? Could it be because the thing burned was the Tentacle Brother?
Upon hearing this question, Barbara shook her head as well, her tone carrying a hint of doubt:
"I don't know either. Perhaps you can ask Cynthia."
Hearing Barbara say this, Eros drew Cynthia out from the soul ring and brought her into his soul space as well.
The moment she entered the soul space, Cynthia’s gaze was drawn by that pure white spiritual flame.
"Why is your spiritual flame like this?"
Before Eros could even ask, Cynthia spoke up on her own initiative.
Eros thought for a moment, organized his phrasing, and then detailed all the strange changes that had just transpired.
Upon hearing that an unknown deity had ignited a tentacle of the one from the deep sea, a thoughtful look appeared on Cynthia’s delicate face.
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Seeing her expression, Eros couldn't help asking:
"Do you know the reason?"
Cynthia reined in the expression on her face, glanced at Eros, and said calmly:
"I don't know, but it should be related to the status and tier of the one in the deep sea."
Alright, Eros felt somewhat helpless. Right at this moment, Barbara on the side asked:
"After advancing to Sequence 6 through this kind of spiritual flame, will there be any impact in the future?"
Cynthia answered in an equally flat tone: "No. On the contrary, in the future he will directly skip the process of transforming the spiritual flame step by step."
"When others want to become gods, they need to transform their spiritual flame into divine fire bit by bit. Whereas he... whereas Master does not need this process."
"Because with the status and tier of the one in the deep sea, a section of His tentacle is to a certain extent equivalent to a deity. Therefore, the spiritual flame ignited by burning His tentacle can be used in place of divine fire to a certain degree."
"So that unknown deity gave you... gave Master a grand gift."
"Of course, this is also related to the special nature of Master's body."
"If Master's body couldn't withstand the tentacle of the one in the deep sea, then naturally it wouldn't be able to bear this special divine fire either."
After listening to Cynthia’s explanation, Eros smiled bitterly: "A grand gift is indeed a grand gift, but a unconditioned gift like this truly makes one feel a bit uneasy."
"Sigh! Had I known earlier, I would have directly requested help from the one of the Elf race."
"Since advancing requires the help of a deity anyway, it would be better to find a more familiar one. That way, at least I could feel a bit more at ease."
Upon hearing Eros’s complaint, Cynthia spoke with a somewhat inexplicable tone:
"The one of the Elf race has remained at the end of the world since the Third Era. It has been nearly twenty thousand years without answering a prayer."
"And the reason why the Elf race migrated as a whole to the Emerald Realm is precisely because of this."
Eros’s expression turned to astonishment, and Barbara’s small face on the side was filled with shock as well:
"Just what on earth is going on?"
Cynthia fell silent for a short while, and then said solemnly:
"You will know once you become gods!"
"That's not right. When I underwent the bloodline baptism, I clearly received His response," Eros asked, frowning in confusion.
Cynthia’s expression remained unchanged, her tone indifferent:
"How do you know that the one you met wasn't Him from tens of thousands of years ago?"
Eros opened his mouth. It could even work like that?
Seeing that Eros didn't speak, Cynthia said on her own:
"As for that deity who gave you the gift, you don't need to pay Him any mind."
"If my guess isn't wrong, the reason He helped you is likely that He hopes a god will emerge from your Night lineage as soon as possible."
"Because perhaps only a god holding the same authority as Night can lift that canopy isolating the world."
"Therefore, before you become a god, He won't act against you. Of course, these are merely my conjectures; whether it is truly so, I am not clear."
After listening to Cynthia’s conjecture, an inexplicable feeling suddenly surged in Eros’s heart.
That was: Cynthia’s conjecture was wrong. The purpose of that existence who helped him break through to Sequence 6 was not what Cynthia had stated.
It was this kind of sudden spiritual perception again—this was already the third time.
The first time was when he prepared to tell Estelle about the existence of the Tentacle Brother.
The second time was when he prepared to tell Barbara and the others about the giant eye encircled by galaxies within its pupils, which he saw when traveling to the Astral Realm.
Today was the third time.
Just what on earth was going on? Was it telling him that the existence who gave him the gift would act against him before he became a god?
Or was it telling him that even if he became a god, He wouldn't act against him?
Forget it. He couldn't figure it out. But regardless of what was said, preparing for the worst first was never wrong.
Reining in his thoughts, Eros did not continue to dwell on whether that existence harbored goodwill or malice toward him.
After asking Cynthia a few more questions, the carriage drove back into the Duke’s estate.