It seemed that Mr. Tu's prayers had been heard, that the scent of the countless living beings in this world—the incomparably abundant "sacrifice"—had been caught. The true body of the Lord of the Great Wilderness began to descend.
A terrifying murmur sounded beside Mr. Tu's ear.
It was like divine speech, vague and indistinct, yet clearer than anything he had ever heard.
This was the language of a True God.
Mr. Tu trembled all over with excitement.
This was the first time in his life that he had come so close to the "God Lord," listening to the God Lord's murmur.
At that moment, he felt his faith "sublimate."
Mr. Tu's voice tore with excitement as he said tremblingly:
"Present the fetus!"
Eighteen Golden Core Demonic Path body cultivators, their entire bodies covered in Flood Dragon monster patterns, their skin steeped in Demonic Qi until it was pitch-black, their muscles knotted and physiques powerful, carried an enormous White Bone Throne toward the evil god altar high above, each step sinking heavily.
And seated atop the White Bone Throne was a child.
That child was Yu'er.
He wore a black-red ceremonial robe. His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut. His formerly innocent and handsome features were now tainted with a trace of Evil Qi.
His skin was white, but the skin on his back was dark red.
It seemed his original skin had been stripped away by Mr. Tu, only for another layer to be "sewn" on afterward.
The newly "sewn" skin still bore bloodstains, and obscure patterns had been carved into it: a blackish-blue dragon.
Karma Dragon blood.
Azure Dragon skin.
A flawless soul.
This was the finest Humanity "Divine Fetus" Mr. Tu had prepared for his God Lord.
The eighteen Golden Core Demonic Cultivators carried the White Bone