The dark brown bloodstains had already dried, but Fang Xing actually felt they concealed a sort of inexplicable vitality within them, like dark red veins about to form into streams, rivers, seas...
It seed... as if they were living creatures.
And even satisfying certain conditions, they could give birth to entirely new life.
rely watching invoked a strong pollution that seed to make all the blood in Fang Xing’s body boil.
At the critical mont, the Great Sun Relics within his brow slowly turned, restoring clarity to his eyes.
A flash of light above the Purple Pattern Golden Pill imdiately suppressed the mutations throughout his body, restoring him to his original state.
"What a powerful pollution!"
"If it affects even , could it be... the blood of a Dominator?!"
Fang Xing looked at the bloodstains, feeling he already had the answer.
This was not just his own judgnt, but also a hunger from the ’Great Sun Tathagata Mantra.’
Everything was indicating that these bloodstains were likely ’Divine Blood!’
’Fortunately with my current level of cultivation, even if facing the projection of an Outer Realm Evil God, I can keep my sanity, and my body and blood remain unaffected... Once I reach the Vajra Realm, there’s a good chance I could face the Outer Realm Evil God himself... alive!’
Fang Xing touched his brow.
Along with the powerful pollution that had arrived, ca a flood of information.
Ninety percent of it was a mix of miscellaneous content, including images of supernova explosions, primitive, bloody sacrifices, and various bizarre creature worship rituals that all carried cruelty and bloodlust.
The small remainder was what rited attention.
"The light is born from the mother..."
"The mother originates from... the dream..."
"Dreams... the authority of the creator, the father of all, the mother of all..."
Fang Xing muttered, as if he had grasped the threads of countless Dominators: "So the lower, higher Dominators... truly have a single unified source?"
"Are they born from a dream? Or, the ’creator’ who controls the dreams? What kind of bizarre, enigmatic dreams must they have to birth such a multitude of Evil Gods?"
"That ’creator,’ has he always been asleep? And yet his fighting power might be too much even for the Twelfth Realm, he’s truly ’Thirteen Realms’!"
"Once he awakens, will it be the doomsday of the Blue Star Federation?"
Aside from these ’creation’ descriptors, there wasn’t much else of note on this stone tablet.
No wonder the Radiant Church Court didn’t give it much importance.
Fang Xing touched the Storage Ring on his finger, sweeping up the ’Creation Tablet’ along with the nearby forbidden books, and then his body flashed with golden light, like a golden sun, his twelve Gang ridian running, greedily devouring all energy around him.
Then, he turned into a golden streak and fell towards the original ground of the church!
Boom!
Wal, who was amidst a bloody battle halfway up the mountain, saw a golden sun erupt atop the Holy Mountain!
"A group of spirits who have already ascended should no longer descend to prey upon the power of the living..."
Fang Xing snorted coldly, holding the unconscious Sofia in his arms, he ca to the midair and nonchalantly tossed Sofia to Wal: "Let’s go... Leave the rest to to handle."
"He cos from the light, symbolizing brightness!"
Wal caught Sofia, tears streaming from his eyes, looking towards the black-robed archbishops: "Have you all gone mad? Do you not see? Such holy and great radiance... He is the Saint Heir, the will of the Radiance Lord has brought him here, to sweep away all sins..."
"Just give it a rest."
Fang Xing was speechless first upon the ntion of Saint Heir.
He certainly knew who the real Saint Heir was...
’The Lord of Radiance has already freed himself from the restraints of the mother, successfully reincarnated... In this world, an Evil God’s Child is already being nurtured, which probably ans eventual destruction...’
’After all, although I can currently perform a few moves of the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm, I can only maintain it for a very short ti... But the Evil God’s Child would need a group of Martial Saints or even Martial Gods to kill...’
’This particular offspring has completely taken over the mother’s essence and authority, and might even be the contingency plan of the ’Pale Mother’ after her resurrection, and possibly not just Eighth Realm power but Ninth Realm!’
Wal’s words clearly caused so confusion among the surrounding priests and knights.
But quickly, a pillar of light descended, and an old man dressed in a white robe, wearing a golden crown, holding a golden scepter arrived.
He was the Pope of the Radiance Church—Henry III!
"In the na of Radiance, he is not the Saint Heir but an evil Wizard!"
Henry III’s voice was grand, sentencing Fang Xing to death: "He should be burned at the stake!"
"Haha, not sparing any effort, eh?"
Golden flecks flashed in Fang Xing’s eyes, noting the troubleso presence of the Holy Father.
Behind him stood one after another the shadowy figure of ’Saints.’
It was the descent of the Church’s ’Original Spirit’ lending power; this Pope was the spokesperson for that group of ’Original Spirits.’
Layers of power overlapped, even reaching the level of the Original Spirit.
"Aren’t you leaving yet?"
Fang Xing’s cold shout forced Wal to shout helplessly, transforming into a huge crimson Fire Dragon, with Sofia in his claws, flapping bat-like wings, he swiftly flew high into the sky, away from the Holy Mountain.
In this short ti, Fang Xing felt his body undergo dozens of ’Great Spirit’-level corruptions.
From the chilly wind, to certain death-inducing laws, even flas, corrosion...
Once ’Great Spirit’ was harbored, one would gradually beco non-human.
In his eyes, those ’Black-robed Archbishops’ who were not so worthless began to rot, blood flowing from their orifices...
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