"Boom—"
The flesh connecting his neck and shoulder tore apart, fragnts of inverted triangular purple-black scales shattered, and foul-slling blood flowed out.
Salanqi’s face suddenly tightened, his whole body convulsed fiercely in the agony of forced tearing.
In the next second, he suddenly cald down, countless spider-like eyes fixedly stared at Ronan, flashing madness and venomous coldness.
"Death to is rely a return to the embrace of the great Mother Goddess..."
"The Mother Goddess will not spare you, you are dood to die in endless pain and tornt!"
"I wait for you in the Land of Fear..."
"You’re overestimating yourself, just a bit."
Ronan spoke lightly.
"Tear—"
With a series of fabric-tearing sounds, Ronan’s arms suddenly spread wide, tearing Salanqi into two halves. The foul-slling fresh blood splattered everywhere like raindrops.
A cloud of smoke, dark as turbid ink, swiftly erged from Salanqi’s corpse, displaying a twisted face reminiscent of Salanqi.
Before Salanqi’s soul could escape, a vast spiritual field had tightly locked it in place.
Countless blood threads fiercely pierced into the soul-mist, stirring it rapidly, faint screams of Salanqi’s agony could be heard, yet quickly it fell silent.
Ronan casually shook the black cow bell from the Bone Bell and collected the shattered soul of Salanqi into the bell as feed for Ahaxia, then stored away Salanqi’s body, glanced around the battlefield, and left swiftly without looking back.
At that mont, a night had just passed, dawn broke.
.......
In the Mist Space.
Beside the Holy Blood Tree, Ariety held the small Beautiful Shell, nervously and curiously gazing at the calm small lake ahead.
Soon, the surface of the calm lake began to ripple, the waves multiplying rapidly, and the lake water seed to boil, bubbling upwards rrily.
At a certain mont, the churning lake water parted to both sides, a strikingly handso young man erged naked, giving an impeccable impression in every aspect.
"Ah!"
Upon seeing the young man’s appearance, the Beautiful Shell abruptly closed, and Ariety exclaid in surprise, tightly covering her eyes with both hands, only to sneakily open a few slits to peek.
"Rebirth, baptism."
Ronan walked to the lakeside, murmuring softly, his face suprely peaceful.
Frosty white hair clung wetly to his body, as he shifted his mind slightly. The Star Force Field spread softly, and the moisture quickly evaporated, turning into rolling white vapor that dissipated instantly.
Ronan put on the Platinum Robe given by Prophet Eve anew, feeling his current state.
[Ascetic Body Refinent] ascended to Grandmaster Level, [Pure Body] Talent evolved into [Innocent Body], his physique was ten tis stronger than before at Master Level Complete.
Now, if he activated the Thirteen-layered Spiral Palace and entered the Mara’s Body state, even attacks at Level 6 wouldn’t easily harm him—the deceased Salanqi proved this.
"The Thirteen-layered Spiral Palace is far from its limit, perhaps now it’s ti to rena ’Ancient Mara’s Body’ to ’Ancient Mara’s Body’..."
Ronan thought silently, strolling to a complex array engraved with various runes, stopping.
The array was lined with nurous demon crystals, with a Moon Soul Stone the size of a pebble as its key part, jointly sustaining the operation of the entire array.
Kosti’s soul lay at the center of this array, consistently maintaining a crouched position with arms hugging knees, head slightly tilted, the vacant eyes occasionally flashed a glimr only when Ronan passed by.
The array emitted wisps of inexplicable power, slowly nourishing Kosti’s soul.
This was the Soul Nurturing Array provided by Alazan, currently only a rudintary and crude version, needing subsequent upgrades.
Ronan quietly watched Kosti through the array for a mont, then strolled to the previously perfectly repaired Elent Pool. Seeing Salanqi’s corpse, thrown into the pool, now almost a quarter decomposed, the energy level within the Elent Pool had visibly increased significantly.
"Alazan."
Ronan gently engaged in ntal exchange with Alazan within the Consciousness Space, "Mother of Fear and Lies... have you heard this na?"
"For the first ti."
Alazan slowly replied, "But it should be one of the gods of the Abyss Demon Clan, the Abyss Demon Clan has too many chaotic gods, nobody can fully comprehend them."
"Do Abyss Demons also have their own gods?"
Ronan felt slightly shocked, this was the first ti he heard this.
"Naturally."
Alazan replied: "Otherwise, do you think why the gods before Ancient Tis withdrew."
"I always thought it was because of internal strife among the gods."
"Internal strife is only a small part of the reason, mainly it’s external factors..."
"So..."
Ronan took a deep breath, starting to speak slowly: "The war against otherworldly demons actually began way back in the Mythical Era before Ancient Tis...
how co you’ve never ntioned it before?"
"That era is too remote even for , my understanding is limited."
Ronan stared at the Elent Pool, his eyes flickering continually.
Prophet Eve’s use of the Truth Discerning Moth to direct him to find Salanqi, and revealing the intent behind Salanqi’s true identity was already conspicuously clear.
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