In theory, there was no need to be so easygoing. There were simpler ways to handle this.
For every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. The supernatural world didn't always follow the laws of physics, but Fu Qian could still feel the things tearing at him.
Their excessive anthropomorphism even gave him a kind of madness, as if he were glimpsing the truth of the universe and gradually understanding everything.
Besides, this wasn't his first time blowing up stars. Faced with a scene like this, charging up a full blast of calamity and firing it back as a greeting would have been only natural.
Yet today, the King of Prison Break was displaying a rare degree of patience. He not only let the insignificant pests gnaw at him, but even kept his steps so gentle that he seemed unwilling to disturb them...
He had to admit, the closer he got, the more compelling the sight became.
He stopped in front of the Piled Object. Fu Qian had even stopped paying attention to the stars, using what little time remained on the Burial Scroll to take in the creation before him.
From this distance, that strange impression was even stronger.
As for what lay beneath this heap of things, Number Three Star Gazer's theory seemed increasingly vivid.
A point of impact. The place where a Higher Being had fallen. The source of the boundless chaos that was the Sea of Ashes...
He saw no blood, rot, or burning ash flowing everywhere, but as he looked at the proud stone pillars, Fu Qian seemed to sense something intangible erupting from them.
There was even a path to follow.
After taking only a brief look, Fu Qian moved again.
There were gaps between the objects, but they were much too narrow