Chapter 553: A Thought (1/2)

Inside the pool of blue and white, he dwells, the Origin General with the black and white lights. He was smiling ever so gently, he could see the lives inside these white lights, the forms they had before becoming their primal forms.

The Primordial Essence kept them alive even after death, and knowing what he must do, the Origin General closed his eyes, ”I am sorry, my brothers and sisters.”

He shed a tear as he tore them apart.

Their screams echoing in his mind.

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Death has been stopped already. The Abyssal Demons extinguished without so much as a problem, yet, Wang Ling's expression wasn't that of joy nor excitement… he was, instead, intrigued.

In this fight, he sustained several sword slashes, yet he had yet to sustain any injury.

A mound of dead bodies, and hundreds of black and white wisps absorbed by tow Emperor Revenants. Their cultivation improved by leaps and bound, wings sprouted on their backs, the peak of the Devil and Holy Emperor Race.

”For being the mold, you are a bigger fool than we have expected. Allowing us to absorb ou—”

The Revenants moved without even finishing their words. Their swords glowed red, and calling upon the momentum the dead Revenants left behind, all the force left behind gave birth to a sword capable of slaying the Gods themselves.

Blood Seeking Sword — God Slayer.

Wang Ling, standing in the midst of the dead, without any blemish in his clothes did not say anything and allowed the Revenants' sword to advance all the way to his neck.

SlasH!

Wang Ling did not stop them, and as blood flowed out from his neck, Wang Ling still stood unfazed. They tried burying their swords deeper, and as blue, glowing blood of the All-Father laced the edge of their swords, Wang Ling finally decided to react.

He raised his brows and the Revenants attempted to fled, but Wang Ling just raised his hands and grabbed hold of their heads, crushing the heads next moment.

Thud.

The limp, and lifeless cold bodies of his clones fell on the ground and as he touched his neck, he looked at his glowing blue blood and picked up the laced sword. He had a thought, and he acted upon it without a moment's hesitation.

Slash!

Wang Ling severed his own hand. Every drop of his blood helped the flowers bloom. The foliage grew, the reeds and the vines sprouted to devour the bodies of the Revenants. A forest appeared in an empty meadow.

Picking up his arm, the Forest' growth slowed down, but Wang Ling's mind continued racing.

”So, mind telling us why you severed your hand? If you're growing senile… then that's no good for us.” Two voices echoed at the same time. Holding their bodies, in pain, Yuan Qing and Yuan Ming.