Chapter 388

"It’s reached the point where I can barely control myself, I go berserk from time to time!"

"The Evil God... he doesn’t just want our world, he wants our bodies, and even... he won’t even spare our souls!" Ebon revealed this shocking secret, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The Book Saint’s expression grew exceedingly grave, this suddenly appearing Evil God was actually his hope for escape.

"Liber, I know what you’re thinking."

"In truth, our mutual enemy is the Heavenly Court, and I’ve already told you our secrets, how about we just leave it at that for today? If you kill us, you’ll alert the enemy, you might as well keep us alive."

"When you finally make up your mind to leave, we can even provide cover for you!" Seeing the Book Saint remain silent, Ebon sought to seize the opportunity to persuade him, he knew his life was firmly in the Book Saint’s hands, but he also understood that if he could convince him, they might still have a glimmer of hope.

The Book Saint looked at Ebon, a profound light flickering in his eyes, he indeed needed these people’s help, but he couldn’t completely trust them either, after all, they had consorted with the Evil God, and their bodies were deeply tainted with malevolence.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke. "I can spare your lives, but you must agree to one condition."

Ebon and the white-haired elder exchanged a glance, a spark of hope ignited in both their eyes, they knew this was their only chance.

"What condition?" Ebon asked cautiously.

The Book Saint transmitted his interrogation message, those guys whose five senses had been shielded couldn’t possibly know about the Evil God’s matters.

"I remember that when passing through, not everyone is required to pray to the Evil God, right? I need you to pray for me right now!"

Ebon and the white-haired old man’s expressions both froze.

"Liber, Elder Malrik and I have already reached our limits, what we just revealed is already considered betraying the Evil God, if we pray to Him again, I’m afraid we will be instantly swallowed by evil intent!"

"Oh? Are you afraid of the Evil God’s revenge? How ridiculous, do you think you can rid yourselves of Him just by refusing to pray?" The Book Saint sneered, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"The seeds of evil intent within you have already taken root and sprouted, even if you no longer pray, the Evil God can still sense your existence through those evil thoughts, you will be swallowed by them sooner or later!"

"Therefore, the only thing you can do now is cooperate and help me complete the prayer, this way, you might still have a glimmer of hope to survive." The Book Saint’s tone carried a hint of threat, making Ebon and the elder shudder involuntarily.

"After all, as you’ve seen, my painting scroll and abilities can help shield you from the Evil God!"

Ebon and the elder exchanged a glance, a trace of hesitation flashed in their eyes, they knew the Book Saint was telling the truth, but they also understood that praying to the Evil God again would undoubtedly accelerate their demise.

"Liber, we..." Ebon was about to say something, but was immediately cut off.

"Don’t think about bargaining, I have no time to waste with you, you only have two choices, either help me pray, or I will send you on your way right now." The Book Saint’s tone left no room for doubt, brimming with dominance and threat.

Ebon and the elder looked at each other in dismay, hearts full of helplessness and despair, they knew they had no choices left.

Ultimately, Ebon took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine, we will help you pray, but you must guarantee to spare our lives after it’s done."

"Rest assured, what kind of person am I, the Book Saint? Having studied the texts of saints, I am a man who honors promises above all else!" Liber smiled faintly.

Ebon still held a shred of trust for this long-wanted fugitive. Regardless of anything else, he was still considered a good person.

"Alright, how is your condition now? We need to head out!" Liber looked at Ebon.

"The evil qi in my body has stabilized, there shouldn’t be any issues!" Ebon nodded.

"Good then!"

Liber nodded, a profound light emerged from his hands, and the surrounding lifelike mountains and rivers began to turn illusory, eventually transforming into simple brushstrokes of ink and paint.

"Book Saint, what profound methods!" the white-haired old man exclaimed in awe.

Everyone’s path to sainthood was different, some achieved it through pure strength, while others through vegetation, as long as one comprehended the Dao within their heart, they could achieve sainthood, however, the specific techniques and manifestations after reaching that realm varied immensely.

"I don’t need you to tell me that!"

In truth, Liber had absolutely no desire to converse with these two, if he hadn’t needed to leave this world, these two guys would already be fertilizer for the vegetation inside his painting scroll by now.

The white-haired old man and Ebon were both stunned, left speechless.

The three stepped out of the painting scroll, at the same time, Liber formed a hand seal, sending out a swift message.

Meanwhile, inside North City.

Adam was anxiously awaiting the Book Saint’s message.

Whoosh! Suddenly, a fleeting line of text appeared before his eyes, it contained just a few words.

"Take action, come to the City Lord’s study!"

The handwriting quickly dissipated, and Adam’s figure vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, a large group followed closely behind him, they had all been handpicked by the Book Saint, these were individuals severely persecuted by the Heavenly Court, upon arriving at the Mysterious Yellow Great World, they would serve as powerful living evidence.

Adam didn’t waste time either, shielding their auras, he led the group flying directly toward the City Lord’s Estate.

He firmly believed that since the Book Saint had sent the message, the relevant matters must have already been handled.

Facing no resistance, Adam and the others quickly reached the study.

The moment he laid eyes on the three figures inside, the hairs on Adam’s body stood on end, looking at the man in official robes and the white-haired old man, he detected an extremely familiar aura radiating from them.

The Evil God!