The gospel was bestowed only upon the pitiable.
Your condition is miserable enough already. Let's see if you can hold out until the gospel enlightens you.
After unleashing a Gospel Blast, Fu Qian silently watched Li Min's reaction.
Though he had always used this skill's side effect to yell at people, Fu Qian had never forgotten that the essence of Gospel Blast was to imitate Deity Authority and save all living beings.
Lady Li Min was now suffering from troubles both within and without.
On one hand, there was the special flame she couldn't digest.
On the other, there was a chaotic, complicated corruption of a fairly high level.
Add to that her ruined body, which had been forced back to life after she downed three bottles of Blood Dew, and even the gods couldn't save her.
In Fu Qian's view, the little bit of fragile balance she'd had was now broken, too. Though she was currently sitting in a cave chatting with her friend, she probably wouldn't last more than a few hours.
If she wanted to survive, she'd have to somehow break through her limits in this desperate situation and be reborn anew.
That sort of thing was clearly reserved for a Child of Destiny, though. It wasn't something one could casually expect.
But if you met him while on the brink of death, didn't that make you a Child of Destiny?
When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility on someone, it first makes them suffer.
Li Min was clearly in even worse shape now than before.
Her body had barely retained its human form, but after one blast of Gospel, the vast madness that had accumulated within her completely destroyed it.
She couldn't even keep kneeling anymore. She lay on her side, the tiny