So where was the fire?
Wasn't it burning in the Land of Self-Abandonment?
The place was far more magnificent than he'd imagined.
Fu Qian lifted his arm from the armrest and examined the exquisite, intricate designs against the dark blue-black background.
Though complex, their central motif was immediately obvious: a palm, with its middle finger raised into the shape of an eye.
It was undoubtedly the emblem of the King of Prison Break, the most fundamental symbol of the tyrant's power.
Even the seat was just the right size. His body fit perfectly when he sat down after activating Mythical Form.
Though there was one small question: why was he sitting down?
When he came in, he'd clearly been in full battle mode, ready to throw down at a moment's notice.
Fu Qian rose from his seat and walked forward, step by step. Beneath his feet lay strange blue-black velvet.
This place really was quite different from what he'd imagined.
The Land of Self-Abandonment, or Forsaken Prison, had originally seemed quite likely to be some sort of divine realm belonging to the King of Prison Break.
Judging by the style of power he'd encountered along the way, and the title "Tyrant," even if there were palaces or temples inside, shouldn't they have been more severe and murderous in style?
This place was so grand it seemed almost impossible to exist in the world, yet its overall style was frankly a little too lavish.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Qian had crossed most of the magnificent hall.
Everywhere he went, he saw decorations in a style much like that of the towering throne behind him. The overall layout was just as elaborate.
Spiral staircases, terraces, hanging curtains... It was the height of classical elegance, and truly awe-inspiring.
It simply