Hearing what was recorded on the stone slab, the Fatty felt a chill run through him. The three worlds mentioned there were clearly the ones they had just experienced: Chijie Temple, Heishui Village, and the hospital made of flesh and blood.
And these three worlds, which could only be described as hellish, were supposedly just manifestations of the Old President. The thought filled them, who had barely escaped those worlds, with despair.
Of course, the most despairing part was the final sentence: anyone who had experienced three cycles of reincarnation but still failed to comprehend the divine miracle and revere it would ultimately have their body destroyed, while their soul vanished into endless darkness amid repentance and despair.
It was exactly as Old Man Yao had described!
Everyone who had disappeared from the village had gradually lost their color before finally turning into a puddle of water. Their souls had ascended to heaven, merging with the boundless Great Black Sky.
"D-do you think that could be what happened?" Zhu Jie asked, her face pale. "The Great Black Sky took all the colors they lost. It took so many that all those different colors mixed together and formed the Great Black Sky!"
Zhu Jie's trembling words made the atmosphere even more oppressive. By the looks of it, the unspeakable entity was the Great Black Sky, and the Great Black Sky was apparently a manifestation of the Old President.
"No, that can't be!" The old man's resolute voice broke the deadlock. "The Great Black Sky absolutely cannot be the Old President!"
"The Old President is being held at bay by Specialist Lin and her people. I saw it with my own eyes! And if the Old President hadn't been occupied, we couldn't have torn through the barrier and found you so easily!"