No wars in Xiyuan.
When he revisited that place and gazed up at the stars in the darkness, Fu Qian was already fairly sure that even if he made a special trip there—or went so far as to wander around inside the crater of a volcano—he probably wouldn't find anything.
Unless he took on the form of the King of Prison Break and tried to observe things from a god's perspective, which might introduce a variable.
But that was precisely the problem. Faced with an abnormal peace that seemed impossible to understand except through that approach, was using such a method really a wise choice?
Rainbow of Yao Bian hadn't explained much about "night and nightmares."
But so far, aside from the deranged Red Moon, the Higher Beings of this world all seemed to be keeping a remarkably low profile.
Not to mention the corpses of all those gods who had clearly died when he chose his "divine skin."
Fu Qian had always been a Virtue of going with the flow. Ever since that exchange in Night Holy Capital, he had never been inclined to solve problems with his Mythical Form unless it was truly necessary.
Especially outside of a mission.
This time was no exception.
The moment he realized that Xiyuan was far too peaceful, he had already settled on a course of action: he wouldn't use the King of Prison Break's form to investigate until he understood the reason.
He was a person of some renown now. It was time to join this dark game in which nobody said a word.
So in the end, he decisively kept up his Gorimshaw identity and paid a visit to the person the independent cultivators valued most.
As for the trap just now, there was, of course, a reason he'd fallen