Hell Origin?
Hearing those four words, Shen Qingzhu and An Qingyu were both stunned.
Although they had long heard of the wonders of Origins, this was their first time seeing one with their own eyes—and their first time feeling the irresistible temptation an Origin held for humanity.
On the ship here, they had heard Michael mention that a Fallen Angel had once cut off a fragment of Heaven Origin and corrupted it into Hell Origin, making it the foundation upon which Hell was built. So that Black Crystal above the Blood Pool was it?
"I almost let it cloud my mind... Qiye, why are you fine?" Seeing that Lin Qiye was completely unmoved by Hell Origin, An Qingyu asked in confusion.
"My constitution is rather special."
Lin Qiye spoke calmly. Since his body had been remade by Night Origin, it was naturally immune to the influence of any other form of Origin and could not be tempted.
An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu exchanged a glance. "Freak..."
As the two spoke, plump balls of flesh came rolling and stumbling over from the land on the other side of the Blood Pool. Their sharp, eerie laughter overlapped as they lined up and stepped into the Blood Pool one after another.
Their bodies sank like heavy boulders, plunging one after another to the bottom of the pool and disappearing.
"What are they doing? Committing suicide?" Shen Qingzhu asked, unable to understand what he was seeing.
"I don't know." Lin Qiye fell into thought.
"However, although these flesh balls have always acted madly and without order, they are strangely uniform when it comes to entering the Blood Pool. It's as if someone is controlling them from behind the scenes."
An Qingyu raised his head and glanced at the ashes gradually vanishing from the sky.