The festival of Tyrannical Three-Faced was nearing its end. The moment Lu PingAn cleared the "Thirteen Consecutive Battles (those who forfeited would also lose their Martial Luck)," he naturally became the so-called God-Chosen Champion.
Light shone down upon his head, and the place where he stood naturally became the center of the stage and the focus of every gaze.
It was the victor's crown of martial combat, and also the new gathering point for immense Martial Luck.
At this moment, unlike past champions, he was not alone at that coordinate.
"What a strange taste."
Sizzle!
"..."
Lu PingAn's "demonic pets" became extensions of himself and devoured this portion of the benefits.
Buzz!
The most obvious evolution was Little Flame.
It was pure—abnormally pure—so pure that it had long since completely transformed into an "energy state."
This time, it still did not gain any external attachments like a "profession" or "racial talent." It merely took another step forward, a tiny step.
Buzz!
The flames upon its body became even purer. The Sacred Fire, red tinged with gold, underwent further refinement.
Its form also evolved amid distortion. Perhaps to outsiders, it was still merely the glimmer of a ball of flame, but in Lu PingAn's perception, it had completed a leap in its life form.
In the end, when the halo faded, a snow-white sacred beast stood before Lu PingAn.
Yes, a sacred beast—not a Fierce Beast.
It appeared white all over, but anyone who came closer would realize that was merely an illusion.
It actually had no color at all. It was a pure gigantic beast formed of "energy-state fluid."
"A qilin... no, a Neither-Nor Beast."
Its deer-like, horse-like, qilin-like form, along with the cloud-like flames beneath its four hooves, made Lu PingAn think of that divine beast's name.
But he