At this mont, Bone Father and Blood Mother were in utter disgrace, not even qualified to stand. The absolute suppression in Status left them without even the right to refuse.
What made it even more mocking was that the power this young man used to suppress them actually originated from themselves.
If not for this suppression of Status, if Su Tu could not wield their power, things would never have ended like this.
"Why... why do you command the Power of Great Destruction!!"
Bone Father trembled as he spat out the question.
Yet the only answer he received was a shaft of blood-colored moonlight.
Sszz sszz sszz~
That moonlight carried an unimaginably terrifying corrosive force; the instant it shone down, it began rapidly corroding the last remaining bones of Bone Father.
One could see those bones rot inch by inch, crumble bit by bit, while the surface oozed with great swathes of bone fluid.
A pain a thousand tis worse than death by a thousand cuts or being boiled alive exploded at once, and Bone Father’s senses, in that instant, were magnified countless tis.
All of a sudden, Bone Father seed to sink into Eternal Hell itself, where there was no concept of ti or space—only ceaseless, unending tornt.
Under tornt of this level, even so-called gods would collapse into despair; he didn’t even have the right to scream.
He stared blankly in place, as if his soul had fled.
Only Blood Mother, born of the sa source as he, could clearly feel what kind of agony and tornt Bone Father was suffering.
Kneeling on the ground, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
They were ’Evil Gods’ born when they were still young from the remnants of Great Destruction, concepts that arose out of the despair, pain, and helplessness before all things were annihilated.
In essence, they represented despair, pain, and tornt; that was why the followers of the Tri-Deity Cult sought their favor through self-torture and other such practices.
Normally, all pain and tornt would only nourish their power.
Yet now Bone Father, who represented pain, was being tortured by pain pushed to the extre—living was worse than dying, existing worse than being destroyed.
This was suppression from an absolutely superior Status. Their authority and power ca from the Great Destruction, and now, with the Blood Moon Power in hand and mastery over everything, Su Tu could with a casual gesture strip them of it all and make them taste true pain.
"A so-called ’god’ who claims pain and tornt are the truth of this world... will also want to self-annihilate from too much pain, huh."
Su Tu spoke indifferently; the contempt in his voice was not concealed in the slightest.
He knew very clearly that this emotion was influenced by Little Xue Yue. In Bone Father and Blood Mother, Little Xue Yue seed to see the filthiest, most disgusting trash.
"I’m the one asking questions, understand? God..."
Su Tu’s gaze did not linger at all on Bone Father, who was being tortured to the extre, but instead fell leisurely upon Blood Mother.
Facing Su Tu’s eyes, Blood Mother clenched her fists. She had no room or thought for resistance; she obediently nodded.
What about her looked like so legendary deity? She looked exactly like... a pet raised by Su Tu...
"You just said faith is toxic. What’s that about?" Su Tu asked.
Blood Mother swallowed several tis, then said, "The Power of Faith cos from the reverence of living beings in the mortal world toward gods. But sentient beings have feelings, so they cannot be without desire.
Thus, within that Power of Faith are hidden their desires, cravings, and wishes. Once you absorb this Power of Faith, you will be tainted by those desires and wishes.
As a result, returning to one’s original purity, the path of ascension and one’s own power will all be altered and affected by these impurities."
Su Tu nodded. What Blood Mother said was not hard to understand; it was quite similar to settings he had seen in so novels before.
It was like those so-called incense-fire gods: becoming gods by relying on mortal incense offerings, and thus unable to keep evolving purely by their own strength, forced instead to depend on mortals.
Though this thod could make them stronger in a very short ti, once faith diminished or mortals forgot them, that Venerable God’s strength would plumt.
The "faith is toxic" Blood Mother spoke of was sowhat similar to this logic.
However, since faith was toxic and gods must know this, why did the races still offer faith to their own gods? That was clearly limiting their gods.
Doing so was all harm and no benefit to them. Su Tu did not believe those yet-to-return gods were ignorant of this.
"If faith is toxic, then why are the Star River gods still drawing faith from their own races?"
Su Tu directly voiced the doubt in his heart.
Under the Blood Moon, Blood Mother did not even have the ability to lie; she could only pour out everything she knew.
"That’s different. The gods of the Star River races are all gods who erged from their own races; they share an indescribable bloodline causality with their respective races.
Those gods are not as pure as we are to begin with. Thus, they themselves cannot gain much power from faith. The faith their races offer is, to them, rely an anchor."
Blood Mother spoke rapidly, her pupils still trembling as she looked at Su Tu, just like an ordinary woman who had been frightened.
Su Tu understood inwardly.
Across the entire Star River, the only race that worshiped external gods was the Tri-Deity Cult; all other races had their own gods. That faith was etched into their bloodlines, deeply rooted.
Only the Human Race alone had no god; that was what gave them an opening. And unlike the present-world gods, Bone Father and Blood Mother were Evil Gods who walked out from Subspace, concepts incarnate.
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