The coffin lid Zong Shen had cut in half was now empty.
It was not only the cross and the bleeding Holy Spirit angel that had manifested.
The diamond-shaped gemstone originally embedded in the center had also vanished without a trace.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that it had abruptly appeared above the coffin.
Its milky-white holy-light outline paired with its blood-red center.
At first glance, it resembled a bizarre eye.
It floated above the coffin, continuously scattering intertwined red and white radiance.
Those white candles still flickered with bloody light.
The entire church had turned into a dim, bloody haze.
To humans, red was a color with two sides of emotion.
In a dark, cramped environment, red naturally came with a fear buff.
Even human blood itself was red.
The fear engraved into one's genes actually stemmed from a fear of injury.
From Earth's perspective, it could be traced directly back to primitive times.
Seeing red often meant someone had been hurt.
And in that era, being injured meant a greatly reduced chance of survival.
Yet red could also be reassuring in many situations.
For example, the rolling red drive wheels of old steam locomotives.
The dignified red national flags fluttering in the wind over public squares.
The bright red backgrounds of Spring Festival couplets, and red padded floral jackets.
The effect of colors on emotions could be explained through color psychology.
In any case, in the present setting.
The red candlelight conveyed nothing but terror and strangeness.
Zong Shen's expression grew slightly more serious.
All of these changes had occurred rapidly within little more than ten seconds.
The terrifying environment had little effect on him.
The Endless Continent was no place for supernatural nonsense.
It was a fantasy world where strength reigned supreme.
As long as