Lu Sheng hurriedly raised his hand. That force surged fiercely along his arm, condensing into a gray tentacle that shot toward Shang Yang, who was covered by purple-black tentacles.
The instant the gray tentacle appeared, Lu Sheng seemed to hear mysterious murmurs and whispers by his ear. A desire for evil, distortion, and the destruction of all things surged up from the depths of his heart.
"Chaos, revelry, fusion, erosion." Along with all sorts of desires, instinct-like impulses rapidly rose from within Lu Sheng.
These strange instinctive urges were swiftly severed by Lu Sheng's primordial spirit, while the desires were merely suppressed, because they had always been part of his soul and primordial spirit. After all, he was not a Quasi-Sage who had attained enlightenment by severing the three corpses, so he had not cast aside these seven emotions and six desires.
The gray tentacle collided rapidly with the vast, inexplicable energy gushing from within Shang Yang.
The two were like water and fire, utterly incompatible. The instant they touched, they released countless twisted black spatial cracks.
Lu Sheng drew a deep breath. This situation had somewhat exceeded his expectations.
Only after steadying his primordial spirit did he sense that deep within the distant Mother River, enormous, chaotic, powerful universes hung there like bizarre, evil black eyes, staring fixedly at him as they continuously released threads of strange, powerful gray energy into his true body.
"This power... this familiar feeling..." Lu Sheng frowned tightly.
"It's the Evil God World!" He immediately recalled the nature of this power.
And the energy resisting the power of the Evil God World on the other side must have been the source power of this universe.
"I really have become a favored child of the Evil God World." Lu Sheng clearly sensed that as those