A pitch-black streak tore across the sky, hurtling southwest at a terrifying speed beyond sound.
Each beat of Scripps's enormous bony wings carried him an immense distance. He punched through the clouds below, which swiftly closed behind him.
Qin Chuan stood on the dragon's back, his robes snapping in the gale as he stared into the distance.
India. A land steeped in chaotic faith and ancient legends.
In his sea of consciousness, the Fourth True Ancestor's broken mental transmissions still echoed, filled with unprecedented panic and fear.
"Master... hurry... that thing... it's getting stronger... it's absorbing... absorbing everything around it... the whole area is being assimilated..."
The Fourth True Ancestor's voice was hoarse with disbelief and terror. "The stones in those temples... they came alive... became its limbs... my Bloodline Descendants... those stone monsters are tearing them apart and devouring them..."
"Mental attacks... everywhere... it's too chaotic... madder than the Abyss... Ah—!"
After a brief scream, the mental connection faded again, as though something had severely disrupted it.
Useless.
Qin Chuan snorted inwardly but did not sever the connection.
The Fourth True Ancestor's fear only proved how severe the changes in India were.
If something could drive a Vampire Ancestor who had lived for untold ages and survived countless slaughters to despair, the energy it held had to be immense.
"Shiva... god of destruction and rebirth..."
Qin Chuan recalled the legends surrounding this chief god of India.
Destruction, creation, and regeneration formed an endless cycle, representing chaotic yet formidable Law Power.
If Shiva's Divinity Fragment had truly awakened and manifested in some extreme fashion, its might could surpass every enemy he had encountered before.
"Devouring everything? Assimilating its surroundings?"
The corner of Qin Chuan's mouth lifted, interest glinting in his eyes. "Now that's intriguing. It's worth studying far more than