Flesh and blood splattered across the ground, and a reek of gore hit his nose. But the scattered remains soon began to sizzle. In the blink of an eye, they shriveled into handfuls of black ash, which the wind in the alley sent swirling away.
Only a little blood remained where the creature had stood. It, too, dried rapidly into scattered stains.
Spiritual energy is exceedingly thin in this world, making cultivation of the mystic path difficult. The power of blood and vitality, on the other hand, doesn't seem nearly as restricted—
The environment here is peculiar, too. The instant I descended, I used the power of my Dao-fused incarnation in the Earth Immortal Realm to scan this world. It's a universe of stars, yet this planet is the only solid celestial body. The boundless sea of stars beyond it is empty.
It's as though the entire origin of this universe is stored within this one planet.
And beyond the planet, I sensed several faint but powerful, chaotic presences. They're probably all Ninth-Stage Golden Immortals. Are those the so-called evil gods?
In the alley, Huang Tian had just descended and was deep in thought when a line of illusory text appeared before his eyes:
[Potential Points: 1]
Hm? Is this a golden finger? Has my ability changed? No, this isn't my golden finger. It was bestowed on the original owner of this body by this world's Heavenly Dao!
He realized that the original owner truly had been fated to save the world, like a child of fortune, the protagonist of the world itself. But if that was so, why had this monster killed him before he could rise?
Huang Tian thought it over, and a conjecture surfaced. *Perhaps it was because of me. My observation shifted his fate.