Fu Qian had planned to deal with the Glorious Tyrant from the start.
The strategy for this operation to take advantage of the changes in his position had been carried out perfectly. So far, he had already reaped quite a few rewards.
Of course, the side effect was that Jian's troubles had visibly increased.
But that was only on the surface. For the person involved, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
After the three-way consultation she had hosted, her condition had become clearer to some extent.
Aside from the final fallback plan, there was finally a chance to treat the problem at its root.
And in Fu Qian's eyes, the Glorious Tyrant was undoubtedly the most suitable choice.
Although he couldn't be sure there was a connection between the two, as one form of the Law Remnants, its essential nature was undoubtedly close to the world's star laws.
And its effect was to "become the core of confused rules, distorting every form of existence around it."
If Jacques was right that the influence of the stars was everywhere, and that precise, correct laws were an essential part of this world, then nothing could be better suited to destroying it.
Of course, Fu Qian wasn't so optimistic as to think that simply standing there would incinerate everything or tear nightmares apart.
Even the most suitable medicine had to reach a certain concentration before it could be called a cure.
Still, there was no need to be too rigid. If he couldn't destroy the world, he could at least try destroying part of it, right?
Fu Qian took a step toward the patient on the ground.
"Don't move! What are you, exactly?"
Unsurprisingly, his companion was the first to voice his displeasure.
Unfortunately, given the difference in their heights, even if Jacques