Come, let me witness the power of you, the copyright holder of this covenant.
As a one-hundred-and-twenty-percent Higher Being, would he still become someone else's subordinate just because he carelessly struck a pose?
On that question, Fu Qian had never been less worried.
If it were really that easy, the Bookstore World's structure as he saw it would most likely be far less orderly than it was now.
Not to mention that from the perspective of the Crystalline Doomsday back then, the portion representing the Higher Beings had looked relatively uncomplicated.
Therefore, since Fu Qian had come for the Dragon King in the first place, what worried him more was that striking the pose would have no effect at all.
After all, regardless of whether Brother Apostle looked pleased or not, he had essentially been quite cooperative already.
If he could not handle these ripples, he probably would not be able to offer much more help—wait, it seemed he had handled them.
The exact same movement, executed with the exact same spirit.
The Apostle still did not turn around, but at one moment, Fu Qian seemed to sense the Dragon King's majesty as a Higher Being—a majesty not to be underestimated.
This was absolutely no empty praise; one striking sign lay right before him.
The Soul Butterflies, previously in chaos, had actually entered a state of serene tranquility in an instant.
More specifically, they were no longer blown askew by the wind, instead once again forming the faint outline of giant dragon wings with elegant poise.
And the core reason for this change was that the storm that had raged without ceasing for a thousand years had actually stopped in an instant.
Wasn't that a bit too majestic?
With the insight of an academic worker, Fu Qian easily detected