At the entrance of Stone Village.
"Boss has grown fur too!"
"Mom, I'm scared!"
"Willow Deity, please show a miracle and save these two children!"
During this time, Fang Yang had long become the pillar of Stone Village. Both familiar and mysterious, he made everyone believe he was a reincarnated Deity. Thus, the moment Little Dot grew red fur, they sought his help rather than praying for a miracle from the Willow Deity, Stone Village's sacrificial spirit.
But now that even Fang Yang had grown red fur, the men, women, old, and young gathered here immediately descended into chaos. Only the old clan chief, Shi Yunfeng, remained relatively composed, though he could only hurriedly kneel and pray for the Willow Deity to perform a miracle and save the two prodigies Stone Village had so painstakingly produced.
Cold. Trembling.
Fang Yang's entire body shook. Even a prodigy like him, who had broken through the Blood-Transformation Extreme Realm, whose body brimmed with divine radiance formed from runes and condensed vitality and blood, and who could wield more than a hundred thousand jin of divine force with a raised hand, found it difficult to resist this curse. In the blink of an eye, strange red fur covered his body.
"There's still hope!"
Fang Yang forcibly roused his spirits, refusing to let the curse erode him into unconsciousness. Otherwise, he could only watch helplessly as the curse worsened and place all his hopes on the Willow Deity.
A person had to rely on himself.
All kinds of secret arts surged through his mind. In the end, he began circulating the vitality and blood within him. His blood flowed like a roaring river, giving birth to divine radiance that condensed into rune after rune.
The runes transformed into heavenly blades, sharp to the utmost extreme.