"Has the disaster ended?"
"I don’t know either."
"Probably... it has ended?"
The next day, the morning sun slowly rose from the east, dispelling the black night that shrouded many territories.
The long night had passed.
The monsters spawned from shadows, the mutated blood and flesh, the creatures born of gestation... and the reddening rivers, the flickering bands of light...
All sorts of ominous and bizarre phenona gradually weakened in the second half of the night.
"The big shots say these ons are symbols of the source of monsters."
"The weakening and disappearance of the ons an that the source of the monsters, those filths, have been eliminated. Friends! We have endured the disaster and welcod the dawn!"
In a certain place, amidst a wrecked district, a man wiped the blood from his face and forced a smile.
There was a wound on his arm, with flesh buds growing at the wound site.
He was supposed to be like other injured Professionals, being drained of energy by those flesh buds, devoured until he perished completely.
But no, those flesh buds were as withered as frostbitten eggplants, lacking vitality.
The man decisively cut off the flesh at the wound, and indeed, no new flesh buds grew.
This undoubtedly ant that the ’Blood and Flesh Syndro’ had lessened, and the disaster was receding.
The man told others, but his smile was a bit strained. He gazed blankly into the distance, his vision passing over the collapsed buildings towards the outside of the city.
The area not covered by the Miracle Territory... or even the periter of the Miracle Territory, still floated with the Red Mist.
To ordinary Professionals, what monster factions, what blood and flesh, shadows, birth, they didn’t understand. They only knew that areas with drifting Red Mist were the wilds; the denser the mist, the more dangerous the area.
This was both experience and knowledge ingrained in their bones.
Yet at this mont,
"The Red Mist not only hasn’t dissipated but seems... seems denser than yesterday? Is it my illusion?"
"At least, the three mysterious moons that hovered in the Azure Sky for years, visible from anywhere, have disappeared. This ans the source of disaster has been purified, right?"
The speaking Professional looked at a general beside him, a Legendary Realm strongman.
Both in experience and insight, he far surpassed them.
The Legendary Strongman hesitated for a mont, nodded, "Yes, that’s right."
Although the Red Mist still lingered and thickened;
Although so strange phenona occasionally still occurred within the city;
Nevertheless, the great calamity was certainly over, only that the entire Eternal World had been poisoned too deeply, and couldn’t recover all at once. It would have to be gradual, bit by bit.
"Exactly!"
The Legendary Strongman said again in an affirmative tone, not knowing if he was speaking to others or reassuring himself.
Compared to ordinary Professionals, he didn’t know much more.
The disappearance of the three mysterious moons was certainly a good sign.
However,
Why did the Holy Light illuminating the entire Eternal World grow dimr in the latter half of last night?
In the heart of the Legendary Strongman, there was an ominous feeling sneaking in.
...
One by one, those standing at the high positions in the Eternal World, whether in the Law Realm or even the Saint Realm, were sowhat uneasy.
"Last night, the Holy Light dimd for a while, and the Red Mist surged. Does it indicate sothing?"
"Yet the Three Filthy Sons’ symbols are ’blood and flesh’, ’shadow’, and ’birth’, none of which relate to the Red Mist, right? Could it be ’blood and flesh’?"
The Red Mist, also known as the Blood Mist, was indeed closest to blood and flesh.
The strongn were not making blind guesses.
The Saints directly contacted the Saints of the Holy Griffin Empire, so with wider networks, directly probed the strongn of Heaven.
The Law Realm individuals, by contrast, utilized their networks to gather insights from dostic Saints.
...
"Of course, without a doubt, our great Lord of Heaven has already purified the Three Filthy Sons. With the source of filth purified, the Lord’s authority naturally won’t manifest again, and not just anyone is qualified to bask in the Lord’s glory!"
The Divine Thought of the Heaven’s Saint Realm was quite angry.
Angry that soone dared to question their great Lord.
Isn’t it self-evident that the great Lord could purify the three supre filths!
"No, no, you’ve misunderstood. I certainly believe the Lord of Heaven is omnipotent, and I too am a believer of the Lord. I only thought that after the great Lord of Heaven ended the protracted disaster, we of the Eternal World’s native forces ought to express sothing."
After hanging up the communication, this Saint sighed deeply.
He contacted other Saints within the country, "The six-winged Saint of Heaven, ’Xi Guang’, confidently affird they have won a great victory, and they are now preparing a celebration. That Xi Guang Saint’s attitude towards my probing was indeed not pleasant, it seems there must be no problem."
"However..."
At this point, the Saint paused, "But it doesn’t rule out the possibility of Heaven’s Saints concealing sothing. In any case, dostically we’ll maintain level one defensive status for a while longer, and observe the situation."
At this point, this Saint felt sowhat helpless.
Although he was a Saint, standing at the peak of the Eternal World, but...
He could not comprehend the supre battle of the Universe, not even a little.
If he could understand its intricacies, he wouldn’t need to resort to blind guessing here.
But even their national True King was equally clueless.
lancholy.
...
"In last night’s battle of the Universe, indeed at the beginning, the authority power of the Lord of Heaven took the upper hand, firmly suppressing the other three supre ones. Among them, one of the descendants of filth, ’Shadow’, once retracted its authority power to its original point."
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