whonovel Chapter 1180 - 925: Hidden Fashion Styles
Chapter 1180 - 925: Hidden Fashion Styles
The Outer Heaven Demon is pleased; the long-silent sound of prayers has recently increased.
Frequent prayers from different locations mean that different small worlds are being eroded by anomalies and dispatched test subjects, heading towards decay.
Initially, it was puzzled, but soon understood—the anomaly that first prayed surely awakened due to its strong Divine Sense, recalling its conversation with the "Creator God," praying for salvation and substantial aid in a life-or-death moment.
Then, it spread the corruption to develop new members and passed on the experience of praying to the gods for help.
Thus, the faith in the creator god who made anomalies began to form!
"In comparison, the previous anomalies seeking help through prayer were too selfish, reluctant to share their secrets. Perseverance has finally paid off, and after years of cultivation, hope has appeared.
Pray to me! Those new lives tainted with demonic aura, I will provide you endless help. With the assistance of the ’Divine Envoy,’ spread and corrupt more small worlds, let more anomalies join the faith, worship, and seek from the creator god!"
The phantom’s roar echoed through the pure white space, behind it, countless clusters of light seemed endless, waiting to be awakened and execute the master’s orders.
At the same time, the old master was also roaring tearfully, "Divine Envoy, save me! Kill that human!"
Jiang Yuan stood beside it, quietly reminding, "Not full yet? Why is there no emotional color in your despairing cries, can’t you be a bit more dedicated? You’ve obviously slacked off in your performances recently, not as heartfelt as in the beginning."
"I just ate half of your roast chicken, isn’t that enough?" the old master couldn’t help but roll his eyes, then howled dryly a few more times softly: "You’ve killed so many Blood Demons already, but don’t realize that they are too stupid to understand human speech?
Just meet the bare minimum. Speaking of which, if not for the fear of spatial cracks being instantly detected causing suspicion, I wouldn’t even bother with these few cries."
After finishing, it sneaked a glance at Jiang Yuan, silently cursing him to often walk by the river, yet eventually wading into it, hoping he quickly gets corrupted into an anomaly! That way, the old master could be free to roam wherever he pleases!
Not sure whether fortunate or unlucky.
Speaking of unlucky, so many anomalies died, yet only it managed to survive until now, the Creator God always responded to requests without delay;
However, claiming to be fortunate also seems wrong—truly fortunate ones would’ve escaped by now, how could it still be a hostage, bait under this youngster’s net?
"Old master, I think our cooperation is quite good." Jiang Yuan looked up at the familiar anomaly, Blood Demon, crawling slowly, smiling and saying: "Don’t let your heart be too restless, when possible I’ll help you find a few good-tempered companions to play cards, chat, prematurely enjoy retirement life.
Though two or three hundred years of age is the prime time to venture out, the question is, what’s the point of adventuring? As a unique anomaly, isn’t enjoying immortal eternal life better?"
The opponent remained silent.
He continued, "Think carefully, when you’re out there, corrupting those cultivators, mortals, even Demon Beasts, ordinary animals who haven’t practiced Purification Technique into anomalies, how does it benefit you?
You’re just a writer, not possessing any strong Attack Power, what advantage do you have in seizing new bodies from other anomalies?
Even if seized, only during the initial period of possessing the new body can you temporarily use Spiritual Power and Magic. Once the body is thoroughly corrupted and assimilated, it becomes a bizarre and disordered anomaly, treating the symptoms but not the cause.
With the speed of anomaly’s corruption and spreading, in a few years the whole world will be polluted, what will you eat and drink then? Anomalies can’t devour their kind, you’d still starve!"
"Can’t I venture to new worlds?" the old master glared at him, dissatisfied: "There are countless worlds aplenty, perhaps new worlds to invade, for me to indulge in playing recklessly."
Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes, "And then? Your behavior is called draining the pond to catch fish, killing the chicken to get the egg, burning the forest to hunt, drinking poison to quench thirst! No matter how many small worlds exist, they can’t withstand continual corruption and spreading, don’t forget you’re an anomaly with immortal eternal life!
In boundless life, eventually all living beings will be turned into your kind, left only to starve. Hunger that penetrates the soul bringing unbearable pain yet unable to escape—it’ll never enable you to die."
He waved the Soul Hook in his hand, adding: "Except for something like this Divine Artifact, activated by cultivators, otherwise, your path to suicide is blocked. At that point, eternally enduring thirst and hunger, living a life riddled with pain, won’t you regret it?"
The old master shivered slightly, his stiff neck slowly retracting.
It recalled life not long ago, precisely when transformed by the Creator God, until receiving the big chicken leg, enduring everything.
The entire land full of dense pollution aura, animals in the mountains and forests becoming uncapturable and unusable similar monster types, all cultivators becoming immortal anomalies, even before being confined, no freedom was possible.
No food, no water, but after becoming anomalies, primal instincts within became ever stronger—thirst, hunger! Stomach hollow, lips and teeth dry, hunger continuously tormented it.
To divert and temporarily forget the pain, it could only keep discussing scriptures, finding entertainment, racking its brain to escape this cursed ghost place...