Fractal?
The marvelous sight before him naturally brought a classic concept to Fu Qian's mind.
Though this wonder was far beyond what an ordinary will could casually behold.
There was no doubt this was a Mythical Form. To those of a lower rank, looking at it was no different from staring directly at a god.
As they said, nature and mathematics contained the codes of the gods.
Even beneath such overwhelming power, Fu Qian still stuck to his earlier analogy, going so far as to incorporate it into a theoretical framework.
He had to admit, this transformation in form was a striking contrast.
It was as if a world of color had been broken down into binary. The many twisted bodies from before, their intensely striking shapes, their abstract methods of attack—all of it seemed to have been transformed in that moment of "freezing" into simple red and white, presented with a kind of mathematical beauty.
But that didn't mean the chaos and distortion had disappeared.
At first glance, the sphere before him, covered in red-and-white flowing patterns, didn't seem much larger than the first blood star.
But a closer look showed how baseless that impression was.
Distance was essential to determining a target's size.
Yet when examining the star of flowing patterns, he found the concept impossible to quantify, even from the King of Prison Break's perspective.
It seemed at once like an egg before him and a giant star in the depths of space.
This subtle chaos and indescribability seemed to be part of its very nature.
Its appearance might have changed, but the degree of its distortion was no less than that of the mountain of human bodies.
That was right. It was still itself.
First, the sphere before him was the target of their journey, Guardian