In the present-day Silver City, no matter how strong one was, the Nether Corpse Incident would gradually drag them into the Abyss, increasingly restricting their power.
"Turn Molo into an absolute center."
"Then push him completely to the limit."
"At its core, it is a form of purification..."
Naimus seemed to have thought of something. He placed his finger on the chunk of flesh, and that invisible force swiftly surged toward him.
At the same time, Naimus sensed that, within Jian Nai's original body, the curse from the Dartmenly Family bloodline had begun to spread and change.
Then, that change seemed to enter a certain state. A stream of information rapidly poured into Naimus's body, demanding that he absorb more Nether Corpse aura.
As long as there was enough Nether Corpse aura, Naimus could push the curse within his body into a special state.
A curse in that special state could swiftly reverse itself, no longer causing any harm to its host and thereby completing one's foundation.
More importantly, the path had now opened.
That path was naturally the path from a Golden Breed to a Mythical Breed.
At that point, a truth roughly unfolded before Naimus.
Saint Dartmenly might once have been nothing more than an ordinary Golden Breed.
There had been no difference between him and Meng He before.
Both had been constrained by their circumstances, unable to advance any further, and had thus come to the land in search of an opportunity.
Under such circumstances, Dartmenly found the remnants of the Silver Age.
Using the power of silver, he purified his own numbers and soul.
Through that, he became the new Saint of the God of Precepts.
Yet Dartmenly had not even existed as a Saint for very long.
After he painstakingly raised his grandson into a