As Luo Yinglong finished speaking, the stone chamber fell deathly silent.
The flame of the bronze oil lamp stretched everyone's shadows huge and twisted, casting them onto the rough stone walls.
Because what Luo Yinglong had said was simply too explosive—
Sacrifice two teams, sacrifice every living being in this world, and help himself become—an ultimate lifeform that surpassed Saints.
Zheng Zha subconsciously wanted to scratch his head, but stopped halfway through raising his hand.
He felt as though he had wandered onto the set of some third-rate sci-fi movie. The director was drunk, the screenwriter was high, and they had carelessly stuffed terms like "ultimate lifeform" and "surpassing Saints" into the script.
Because it sounded far too absurd—
"What kind of joke is this? How could something like that possibly be done—"
Zheng Zha shook his head and said bluntly.
He had already unlocked the mid-stage of the Fourth Stage Gene Lock. He definitely understood the weight carried by the word "Saint" better than anyone present.
That was not merely a rank, but a leap in the very essence of life—a being that stood at the top of the food chain and the rules themselves.
The little strength he possessed now was probably no more than a somewhat stronger ant before a true Saint. Nothing more.
And now, someone was telling him that one could "surpass" such a being by sacrificing an entire world?
If it were really that easy, wouldn't Saints be everywhere in this world?
After all, the existence of the Main God had already proven that there were countless worlds in this universe—
"This is related to the legacy of the White-Skinned Saints that we discovered in Hellblazer—"
Luo Yinglong shook his head and continued.
"Hellblazer?"
Zheng Zha got stuck again. He tried hard to search