The Thousand-Handed Demon Idol looked down from on high, its gaze cold as it overlooked Lin Fan.
From Lin Fan, it sensed an unusual fluctuation. Though the latter had concealed it well, it still caught a trace of the aura of its own kind.
The lotus throne was black and icy, gleaming with a metallic luster. The Thousand-Handed Demon Idol's lips moved as it spoke. "Human, you bear the mark of a deity."
Its voice held neither sorrow nor joy, yet carried a demonic power that beguiled the mind.
Even someone as powerful as Lin Fan was affected for an instant, instinctively about to reveal the existence of the Primal Divine Statue. But his mind jolted, and he immediately broke free from the influence of that demonic voice.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. This Thousand-Handed Demon Idol truly possessed formidable power; merely speaking was enough to affect his mind.
Seeing that Lin Fan remained unmoved, the compassion on the Thousand-Handed Demon Idol's face faded, gradually revealing a hint of savagery.
"You are well suited to become my believer."
The moment the words fell, a thick arm tore through the sky, trailing dense black smoke as it lunged straight for Lin Fan's face.
Black runes appeared out of thin air throughout the void, densely packed and blanketing the heavens. Empowered by the runic force, it was as though the entire stretch of space-time had frozen in an instant.
Bloodlight Demon Saint, as well as powerful Demon Cultivators in the distance like Ancient Ancestor Jie Cang, were all struck by a terrifying influence, their bodies rendered completely immobile.
It was as though time itself had come to a standstill at that moment.
Lin Fan's expression turned grim. The power of the nebula flowed forth, transforming into an incomparably pure sword light. Carrying