More and more bugs appeared.
Bugs fell from the three hundred-odd stone statues one after another, already covering the entire floor. The pungent stench was utterly nauseating.
"Death energy can turn into bugs, too."
"There really is no end to the wonders of the world."
Looking at these bugs,
Jiang Qiao recalled the power displayed by the Judgement Society's prophet during the Fishbone Temple incident in Blue Star's Northern Territory.
His rule was the power of death.
He had manifested three terrifying rules: blood sea, corpse mountain, and death eye.
At the same time,
he was called a prophet because he could perform "Death Prophecy." Anyone whose death he foretold would be doomed to die.
He was a truly terrifying half-god.
But when he displayed the power of death, death remained death. Abstract as it was, it had never come alive.
The so-called black energy and black liquid before Jiang Qiao,
in essence,
were merely manifestations of the concept of death, not things that truly existed.
And yet,
these things, which should have existed only on a conceptual level, had actually come alive!
"Death" could wriggle on its own? That was simply inconceivable.
"This world is full of contradictions."
"It's brimming with vitality, yet there are no animals. Even its so-called plants are like plastic flowers, pretty but useless."
"Immortal aura drifts everywhere."
"Yet the entire space has this strange, lifeless quality."
"The immortal aura feels terribly hollow."
"Over three hundred immortals feasting in this great hall should make for a peaceful scene, but death energy lurks inside their statues."
"And now it's erupting."
"Polluting what should have been a sacred temple hall until it's utterly foul."
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
He turned his palm.
Bolts of lightning descended one after another, slamming into the writhing black bugs and