"For what you have done, I feel only contempt and hatred."
With Meng Xizhou's words.
Countless ripples spread across Red Lake's surface!
This battle between sacred texts underwent another reversal—
Song Ci's page of the sacred text gained the upper hand.
The Grand Elder's knees slammed heavily into the lake surface. Bracing himself against the water with both hands, he barely kept himself from sinking into Red Lake. He raised his head and said with difficulty and pain, "So you want to kill me... together with Song Ci?"
Meng Xizhou fell silent for a moment.
She shook her head and softly said, "Is that necessary?"
The Grand Elder's gaze was somewhat lost.
"I only came here to see the God of Light's Throne."
Looking at the old man kneeling on the lake surface and desperately holding himself up, Meng Xizhou calmly said, "I have no interest in killing you... so I will not deliberately intervene."
"Then... why are you standing with him?"
The Grand Elder froze.
"The ground you stand on is too filthy."
Meng Xizhou seriously explained, "I hate 'calamity' and 'ominousness'... Even accidentally touching a little of it takes a long time to cleanse away."
As her words fell.
The Grand Elder coughed up a mouthful of blood... He watched the blood he had coughed up fall onto Red Lake's surface, unable to spread.
Red Lake rejected his blood.
That mass of pitch-black blood landed upon the lake and swiftly evaporated.
This meant that the Undying One blood replacing the blood in his body had nearly been exhausted. That mouthful he had just coughed up belonged to him.
Filthy, contaminated Ominous Blood.
At the same time, vast amounts of radiance began converging upon the Grand Elder.
This miracle lake contained an immense concentration of light power, and what