Wasn't this a little too much like fate?
Everything had long been predetermined. The fallen angel was himself, and today that fate had come together in an unconventional way. The puzzle spanning time and space was finally complete...
It really did have the feel of a legendary tale.
And he wasn't just talking nonsense. In Fu Qian's view, activating Glorious Tyrant and stirring up the seawater would not be such a bad idea.
In fact, this kind of brute-force operation had already been one of the contingency plans for this trip.
What he had seen near the point of impact just now had merely added an air of mystery to this approach.
As a universally recognized symbol of chaos, the Sea of Ashes had one major advantage: it was much easier to find than the Abyss. Fu Qian had long been curious about what would happen if he activated some of his auras here.
Especially since these auras were now the remastered versions, backed by his Pseudo Law Core. Their effects were certainly worth looking forward to—splash!
He came out of his Thinker state, stood up, and pulled his foot out of the seawater.
Yet he didn't activate any of his auras, Glorious Tyrant included. The next moment, following the stars' guidance, he was already heading off in a certain direction.
That's right. In the end, Fu Qian didn't use his backup plan. Instead, he retraced his route and headed straight for the nearest port, Mor.
It wasn't because he had anything against fate or wanted to deliberately defy it.
For Fu Qian, that kind of spiritual fastidiousness could only impair his judgment.
His decision now was purely a matter of maximizing returns.
When there was no way to make a start, applying indiscriminate Extreme Pressure and risking the destruction