Three-in-one? One face represented one divine seat?
Had the theory of the three aspects' power actually been a prophecy?
There wasn't enough evidence to judge, but if that really was the case, then the one he'd dealt with in Long Night this time must have been among the most miserable of its kind, right?
Or perhaps he should say those three.
He quickly arrived at a bold conjecture. As Fu Qian marveled at it, he even went on to deduce an even more chilling question: assuming this was true, what about the three paths to godhood represented by those three faces?
Were they innate combination classes, from low to high? Or did they have the freedom to switch between them at will, like a braided rope?
It all seemed like a bit of a mess. If he got the chance, he'd have to see it for himself.
This wasn't just idle wishing. One of Fu Qian's good habits was asking why, and another was trying to come up with his own answer after asking. That suspected "New God" who'd used a thunderstorm against him—
He'd already suspected that it and the "Great God of Three Aspects" shared similar power attributes.
And with opponents of that caliber, even the Night Watchers couldn't have many. Finding this one shouldn't be too hard.
Of course, because their powers were likely of the same origin, that full-force strike he'd unleashed during the mission had not only gravely wounded the Great God of Three Aspects. The other one must have gotten caught up in it, too. It was probably feeling rather conflicted right now.
Hmph. That was what happened when anyone opposed this King of Prison Break.
Reflecting on his own violent exploits, Fu Qian felt not the slightest embarrassment. He surveyed his surroundings haughtily,