Was this an attempt to prove his resolve through death?
The self-destruction hadn't been very powerful. It was merely like some kind of side effect from exceeding his limits. The real impact came from the agony it had conjured during the process.
Unfortunately, even that hadn't caused any substantial damage.
That's right. Fu Qian had said it was still too ordinary.
Perhaps that agony could torment some demigods into madness, but it still wasn't enough. It hadn't exceeded the limitations of this level.
By comparison, the way he'd sternly refuted the accusations, then directly blown himself up to prove his innocence through death, had a far greater impact on one's line of thought.
Could that door really have nothing to do with the Black Doctor?
Was he really just a high-ranking transcendent with a slightly twisted sense of humor and not quite enough courage?
"Do you really think so? To be honest, I can't imagine what he was trying to accomplish."
Even as she reined in her radiance and reflected on things, Amber couldn't help questioning him, breaking the silence.
The poisonous gas from earlier had already put her under considerable pressure, and the agony he'd conjured at the end had only made it worse, even after she'd put some distance between them.
But with the Black Doctor's body blown to pieces, the torment that had come from him seemed to suddenly lose its support, and Amber's pressure eased.
And since the dead deserved respect, she didn't vent her anger by desecrating his corpse after finally catching her breath. Instead, she clearly thought Fu Qian's explanation sounded a little too conspiratorial.
"What he was trying to accomplish... That's certainly worth considering. But if you believe everything he said, it means you might never get back. What do you think of