The familiar red aura on the barrier made them sense the familiar presence of the "new master" almost instantly—the master who had bestowed souls upon them and granted them salvation!
With faith in their "master" and the desire to grow stronger for better revenge, they too joined the scenario.
After noticing that these people, whom he had granted freedom, had entered the black barrier, Wu Heng still offered them a certain amount of help.
At the very least, he would not let them die for nothing.
After all, these people had rendered him service. Though they had already been rewarded, offering them a little care was nothing much.
This black barrier was something he had casually created in the first place.
October 31st.
Wu Heng stood in an invisible expanse of sky, watching the translucent miniature planet before him. It continuously emitted an aura similar to that of the lunar statue.
The entire planet kept writhing as though it were a living creature.
If not for the dozens of red chains, each ten meters thick in diameter, crisscrossing around it and constantly tightening to resist it—
Whatever was inside would likely have already emerged!
What was inside this "egg" was not the Creator, but it was still a part of him.
The substances that had seeped out from the souls of all humanity had not yet been purified. During the process of being drawn in, they had more or less absorbed some traces of human consciousness.
Those consciousnesses were nothing when combined with the thread-like substances in small quantities.
But once they gathered together, quantitative change produced qualitative change. They formed a whole, unconsciously coalescing into a part of the Creator and possessing a portion of the "third power."
The consciousness it formed was like that of a severely