Chapter 915 (1/2)

Standing in the middle of the illusion, and though with his eyes closed, he could still clearly ‘see’ everything was falling apart. The palace of the Goddess was collapsing and slowly sinking into the red ocean. The torrential rain of sulfur and flames fell from the clouds onto the world, and the sea of ​​the Star of Creation was up in flame. The fire had a kind of energy that mortals would not understand. All sin and glory would end in this flame.

The inner layer of the Star of Creation seemed to have begun to collapse, and there was some unprecedented powerful force building up deep in the planet. Amid the continuous explosions, Hao Ren opened his eyes again. The last scene he saw was that the Gilded Disc tainted with the Goddess’ blood violently shook as if it would fall off the crack in the palace. He subconsciously reached out and tried to grab something, but had only managed to touch the edge of the Gilded Disc and watched it fall.

His hand was stained with the Goddess’ blood, which was as hot as magma.

It was a sudden boom again, and vertigo caused Hao Ren to lose his intuition. He was losing track of know how long he had been floating in the chaos, and how many indescribable things he had gone through before he finally regained his footing.

He subconsciously exhaled, as if squeezing out all the air in the lungs. His senses came back online as he could feel the temperature, airflow, light, and the surrounding sound again. He opened his eyes and found himself standing on the altar. His finger blenched, getting off the dark-red marks on the Gilded Disc as if there was an electric shock. It was the subconscious reaction of the body, as a large amount of mental noise was drowning his subjective consciousness, he could barely think.

He shook his head, the large face of the Gilded Disc was glistening with light in his field of vision, and there was still black spots at the bottom edge of the disc. The last scene he saw in the previous illusion and the scene before him overlapped. He realized that he finally knew the truth.

“Buddy?” The voice of the MDT awakened him from the stupor. “Why are you zoning out?”

Hao Ren was stunned and saw that the last piece of divine contract paper had been stuck on the edge of the disc. The black things were quickly disappearing. He smacked himself on the head. “How long have I spaced out?”

“How long? A second,” the MDT replied, confused by Hao Ren’s response. “Of course there has been a lot going on in your eyes in that one second.”

There was an indescribable feeling of exhaustion. Hao Ren did not doubt what the MDT had said but was a little surprised that all he had experienced happened in just one second in reality, and this short moment had drained him as if what he experienced in the illusion had impacted him physically. Realizing something was not right with Hao Ren, Vivian and Y’zaks quickly came over to check on him. Vivian held Hao Ren, who was a little bit light-headed. “How are you?”

“I had an illusion,” Hao Ren said, smiling and walking down from the altar. Vivian’s hand was cold, but it made him feel a little more alert. “And I’ve figured out what the innate hostility is all about.”

His eyes landed on his hand, and he was surprised. There was a strange red mark on his right-hand palm, as if a burn or something, very obvious. He clenched and felt a vague burning sensation spread from the mark, which reminded him that it was not an illusion.

Vivian had also noticed the strange mark on his hand. “What is this?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Hao Ren replied. He had a thought, but it was just too strange and completely defying the law of reality. “I had contacted the blood of the Goddess of Creation, but… but that was in the illusion,” he said.

“The Goddess of Creation?” Vivian and Y’zaks said in unison.