Like a soap bubble, it was truly fragile.
After forcing a wave of destruction down, Fu Qian silently offered his assessment.
Of course, he wasn't talking about the "Sea of Scorching Heat." Strictly speaking, that thing really did fit the Witch's description—and could hardly even be considered a supernatural creature.
It was a pure combination of chaos and destruction, like pus oozing from the rot of this world.
And it was definitely not fragile. In Fu Qian's estimation, even a rational First Order wouldn't want to stand against the impact it had just been building up.
Yet even this union of filth and chaos had swiftly locked onto this underground workshop.
It was hard to imagine that such a thing could have any clear subjective will.
So the reason things had developed this way probably still came down to the Doll Workshop's unique nature.
The moment some foreign element entered and caused a disturbance, certain abstract concepts would immediately draw the attention of many beings from the supernatural realm.
And yet, the place itself didn't seem to have much ability to resist.
The Witch must have had a hard time during the period she'd spent here.
The Witch's reasoning for coming here was also starting to make sense to him—
It wasn't a perfect monitoring device, but because this place was so sensitive and fragile, if some subtle change in the world's underlying rules really occurred, they might be able to find a clue here.
"Outside is too chaotic. It's easier to notice anything unusual here. What do you think this place is?"
The Witch casually confirmed Fu Qian's deduction, explaining why she'd suggested coming here.
She clearly had no objections to Fu Qian's violent actions; in fact, she seemed quite pleased with the result.
"It probably has something to