Chapter 1895 - 975: The Holy Master's Mercy (2)

In Mo Tu's horrified gaze, the Main Priest, who was unconsciously burning, danced with wild joy, immersed in this endless understanding and truth, expanding inch by inch, expanding, expanding again, shouting with great excitement: "I have comprehended comprehended comprehended!"

Then, a complete explosion!

Countless Mind Bodies were immersed in false understanding and truth, sacrificing themselves and their nature, completely merging into the delusional pollution of the turning wheel saint.

Completely became a part of Mutated.

[Good]!

The solemn Bone Revolving, the hollow faces on the Bone Wheel laughed in unison, singing joyful hymns, and another person achieved sublimation, merging into the truth.

The divine light above the Evil Eye intensified, and after enjoying the offered sacrifices, it seemed to reveal a trace of satisfaction. But when its gaze turned to its Summoner, it paused for a moment.

It seemed somewhat familiar, something seemed off, but there seemed to be no problem at all.

Never mind, Weiyang's little snacks are so fragrant!

Damn it, eat, eat, eat…

The small anomaly was cast aside in its muddled consciousness, no longer pondering these unanswerable questions.

As a mutated being born and separated from the Great Evil, such Evil Foolishness is also distinctly different from each other. The crystals exuded from the Great Evil itself can be seen as extensions and manifestations of the Great Evil. Such so-called limbs of the Great Evil seldom possess the tiny souls and minds typical of mundane beings, except for fulfilling instinct.

Besides, what connection could there be between a Great Evil subordinate burning with Black Flame and that Ember Chosen One from the past who tricked it several times?

It turned out I was too biased back then.

This world still has more good people!

Such generous offerings called me out, unlike those miserly fellows with so many constraints and conditions. The turning wheel saint has rarely given such high praise after a satisfying meal.

It even obediently struck a pose at Ji Jue's request and command.

"Pikalun, use six types of vibrations on it!"

The burning Mutated Transformation directly pointed at the shocked Mo Tu, hands expertly forming a handprint in front of the chest, displaying the orthodox secret inheritance of Wulou Temple amidst the flow of spiritual.

At once, a tide of Great Momentum roared fiercely.

Like a loyal Summoned Beast, during this brief period of satiety, it wholeheartedly allowed itself to be driven. Ji Jue merely executed a starting gesture, and the Spiritual Change and all flow transformations were constructed within the Mutated Transformation's body. An overwhelming surge burst forth, unleashing an indiscriminate sweep in all directions.

In an instant, the terrified followers surrounding the Secret Ritual were annihilated, breaking through the barriers and spilling over, rampaging within the station, crushing countless Illusion Realms and obstacles.

In those eerie spaces, one follower after another froze in place, heads exploding in death.

[Stop]!

As Mo Tu frantically dodged, trying to distance himself, he heard the True Words behind him. His entire body stiffened in mid-air and then evaporated inch by inch.

Death!

Yet as one Mind Body vanished, another Mind Body was regenerated on the other side. Mo Shu roared with rage, screamed, and within the station, endless shadows surged forth. Among the harvested joy, hunger, and confusion of countless souls, faces appeared, staring intently at Ji Jue.

"Die!"

"Die! Die! Die! Die!!!"

Numerous pure and minuscule Curses continuously fragmented and overlapped, erupting from Ji Jue's soul, sacrificing over hundreds of precious true followers to embed the impulse for self-destruction, self-suicide, and self-annihilation into Ji Jue's consciousness, triggering an unstoppable chain of destruction.

Unable to resist, in the blink of an eye, the suicidal consciousness drove the soul and body to complete oblivion.

However, that hollow shell still stood there, unmoving and unshaken, when it should have collapsed completely. The body trembled slightly, hands joined in front of the chest, fingers forming a lotus-like handprint.

In the void, the sound of chanting appeared out of nowhere, spreading.

Chanting True Words…

[All forms are illusions]!

And then, Ji Jue opened his eyes once more, utterly unfazed.

The recent impulse for suicide had been erased out of nowhere, as if it never happened.

The ultimate secret inheritance of Wulou Temple was forcibly reenacted from Ji Jue under the strong observation and correction of the turning wheel saint.

It seemed as if distant malice reached their perception, as the most profound depths of Wulou Temple's [Righteous Law] sensed reckless imitation and mimicry, desiring to deliver destruction, yet were blocked by the interference emitted by the Mutated Transformation.

No matter how much it pursued, it could not reach Ji Jue's being… Sorry, but this patent has been taken over by our Evil Cult sect!

And as Ji Jue looked up, Mind Body Mo Shu fell as if into an ice cave, the Evil Eye on the Bone Wheel gleaming with light, as numerous Invisible giant hands emerged from the void, gripping it tightly.

Grabbing it, purifying it on the spot!

In that instant, as the Main Priest, serving as the Anchor Point, was completely reduced to ashes, a boiling sound echoed from the deepest part of the station.

Like a rushing waterfall!

The entire station shook intermittently as if it were about to collapse, murky echoes following the cracks. Those dreams and illusions, dormant in the deepest parts of the station, surged up like a breached dam.

The faces of the young boy, the Old Woman, and Mo Tu resurfaced, yet they were no longer the same as before.