The Ancestors' Shock
A prison stained with blood?
The harsh punishment for breaking the rules was also one manifestation of the laws. They'd executed that principle rather thoroughly.
Third Xun's explanation was abstract, but Fu Qian found it easy enough to understand.
This man had suddenly appeared in such a dramatic fashion, started with a show of force, then introduced his extraordinary life. He obviously hadn't come to save anyone from misery or convert a lost lamb like Fu Qian to the truth.
Whether it was his account or Sha Ming's, both made one thing quite clear: as they advanced to this point, the invisible laws had undergone a qualitative change through sheer accumulation.
Like the countless beams of light that were continually reflected in Fu Qian's eyes as Third Xun moved.
Immortal and supreme, yet woven together in such intricate patterns, they converged to define this place, making it a "sacred" land.
And Fu Qian was already a prisoner in a cage, bound by far more than just the literal restraints.
According to Third Xun, this place didn't even stop anyone from taking off their mask and leaving.
At the same time, however, Fu Qian's form of existence in this world had already been locked in.
It was easy to understand what that meant. No matter how long he stayed in the Warehouse after taking off his mask, even if he returned to the real world and ate, drank, and had fun with Young Master Qin and the others, as long as he put on the Messenger again and synced to this world, he would still appear here.
It wouldn't help even if he didn't put it on, because the Warehouse would forcibly assign him a mission and send him to this world.
Third Xun was clearly well aware