The Wisdom Logic Anomalies they worshipped had changed as well.
The five great Wisdom Logic Anomalies had intervened directly, taking over the forces of the other four who had been destroyed.
At the same time, they had consolidated the resources of every cult.
They had sensed how firmly the Six Paths and Eight Immortals alliance had taken hold.
Only by pooling every resource could they hope to stand against the Dao Lineages in the mortal world.
Across the land, in five different cities, a cult member prayed silently.
A mysterious aura spread from the void.
It silently connected to all five figures.
Then their bodies began to change drastically.
Their flesh writhed violently. Bulges rose all over them, as though something inside struggled to burst out.
After an unknown length of time, their spines suddenly split open. Five bloody figures crawled out through the wounds.
None of them looked human, but their forms soon shifted. Before long, they had taken on human appearances.
Among the five were men and women, young and old. Their expressions differed, too.
One looked delighted, another greedy, another vicious, another cold, and the last blank.
Their expressions kept changing, as if they passed through a different state with every instant, until at last they settled.
The five great Wisdom Logics had sent their incarnations into the mortal world.
An old man stepped out of a dark room. Beyond it lay a crimson pool of blood, filled with severed limbs and flesh. Countless heads floated on its surface.
The old man gazed at the blood-filled pool and took a deep breath.
The next instant, it was as though a force-ten hurricane had risen.
Boundless vital essence rose from the pool and streamed madly into his mouth.
At least a thousand people had been buried in that