At dusk, with the setting sun on the horizon as red as blood, Su Xiao returned to the cathedral after exhausting his blood energy and becoming mentally fatigued. Since dead silence did not spread inside the building, even the air felt somewhat fresher.
As soon as he returned, Gulu walked toward the room she had chosen earlier. Inside the small room, she closed the door, threw herself onto the little wooden bed she had been dreaming of, and fell instantly asleep.
Ignoring the exhausted Gulu, Su Xiao took out a cylindrical glass bottle. Within the phantom eyeball soaked in the solution, 52 ounces of World Power were stored.
This amount of World Power was more than enough to create Source Stones. In the composition of a Source Stone—or rather, the origin of dead silence—abyssal energy made up 20 percent, the power of faith known as immortality made up 30 percent, endless death made up 50 percent, and World Power accounted for only the final fraction.
There would definitely be no problem with Caesar. That fellow, Sin Yas, belonged to the ancient god system and was particularly familiar with the power of faith. The main concern was whether things would go smoothly on Wood's side.
Just as Su Xiao was thinking, a figure entered the cathedral. It was Wood.
"Looks like things went smoothly on your end."
The ghostly green flames in Wood's eyes were somewhat dimmer than usual. As he spoke, he took out a black ceramic jar and tossed it over.
Seeing the jar, Su Xiao found it familiar. After thinking for a moment, he realized it was the same model as the Abyssal Jar. Raising the devil race's father for so many years had not been entirely fruitless.
The instant he caught the jar, the cold sensation in