Prophet Bai Xiang

The old man's face was filled with despair, and he looked at the members of the squad beside him with utter apology.

"I shouldn't have brought you here. I simply can't sway the tribe's decisions."

One of the soldiers was still confused. "Prophet Bai Xiang didn't attack us, so it should be fine, right?"

"It just isn't targeting you yet. Once it eliminates its primary target, it will come for you." The old man explained, "Prophet Bai Xiang is a secret of the Transparent Race. The chief won't let you leave."

He sighed helplessly. "Once Bai Xiang appears, all flesh must be destroyed. That's the rule."

"What exactly is that thing?" the soldier asked in confusion.

"It is our ancestor," the old man said, shocking everyone.

Then, the old man began recounting the origins of Prophet Bai Xiang.

Long ago, after the Undying Things came to this world, the Transparent Race decided to drive them out.

They guarded the cave exits and slaughtered every Flesh Race creature that entered this world.

The Transparent Race also discovered that as long as Undying Things were returned to the caves, the caves would swallow them.

Thus, the Transparent Race believed they had found a way to expel the Undying Things.

But the good times did not last. Before long, some undying trees appeared in the Underground World.

They sprouted in inexplicable places and were no different from the Transparent Race's plants, making them difficult to distinguish.

These plants seized the growing space that had originally belonged to the Transparent Race's vegetation.

By the time the Transparent Race realized their world was covered in these plants, it was already too late.

The plants were everywhere, mixed in with the Transparent Race's own vegetation.

Moreover, small Flesh Race animals suddenly began appearing everywhere and attacking Transparent Race creatures. Their tiny wars broke out throughout the Underground World.

The Prophet ordered his people to hunt and cut down the Flesh Race's animals and plants.

There were not many Transparent Race members to begin with. Guarding the caves had already consumed much of their manpower, and now they had to deal with these matters as well, leaving them stretched thin.

The crisis worsened. Their cleanup speed could not compare to the speed at which the Undying Things infiltrated their world.

Larger creatures began entering this world, and even the Transparent Race came under attack.

Massive Flesh Race insects and strange beasts drove the Transparent Race away from the cave exits.

The disaster was not over.

One day, intelligent beings of the Flesh Race descended.

The Prophet called them Flesh Race people. The moment they arrived in this world, they launched a war against every Transparent Race member in it.

With their powerful bodies and unique ability to fly, the Transparent Race had no way to deal with such formidable outsiders and were driven back into their villages.

For this reason, the Prophet came up with a plan.

He would gather all the strength of the Transparent Race together.

The Prophet discovered that Transparent Race members could turn the power of other Transparent Race creatures into their own.

They began hunting Transparent Race creatures without hesitation, cutting off their limbs and attaching them to their own bodies.

As long as the grafting was done quickly enough, the Transparent Liquid in their bodies would fuse the limbs onto their bodies.

The Prophet formed an army and named it the Hundred Aspects Army.

Every Transparent Race member in the army had grafted the power of other Transparent Race creatures onto themselves.

The Prophet led from the front, grafting more creatures onto himself than anyone else.

The Hundred Aspects Army began its counteroffensive against the Flesh Race. Using the special abilities of various strange beasts, they gained the upper hand in the war.

The weak Transparent Race finally possessed the strength to fight those Undying Things.

During their struggle against the Flesh Race, the Prophet also discovered that Transparent Liquid could infect pregnant Flesh Race creatures, transforming the Newborn they gave birth to into members of the Transparent Race.

The discovery was immensely encouraging.

As long as every Undying Thing could be transformed into the Transparent Race, the disaster could be ended!

Thus, during the counteroffensive, the Hundred Aspects Army infected Flesh Race creatures while grafting all kinds of powers onto themselves.

However, just as the Hundred Aspects Army had beaten the Flesh Race so thoroughly that they could not fight back, an accident occurred.

Some Hundred Aspects soldiers went mad.

They had grafted too many powers onto themselves, causing beastlike traits to emerge. At first, their intelligence merely declined, but eventually they could no longer distinguish friend from foe and attacked indiscriminately.

At that time, the war was in full swing. Stopping the grafting was impossible.

So the Prophet came up with a cruel solution.

He ordered the members of the Hundred Aspects Army to kill their maddened comrades, then graft them onto themselves.

"As long as we keep grafting, the power will exist forever!" As he said this, the old man's expression nearly twisted in agony.

The Hundred Aspects soldiers who underwent repeated grafting became even stronger and fought with greater brutality. After a battle, the battlefield would often be littered with scraps of flesh.

Worse still, the Transparent Race discovered that the Hundred Aspects soldiers had become addicted to grafting and could no longer control their urge to kill.

Even for abilities they had already acquired, they wanted to obtain them again. To them, destroying the Undying Things was no longer the foremost goal.

Acquiring power became the most important thing.

Transparent Race creatures also suffered large-scale massacres at the hands of the Hundred Aspects Army.

Furthermore, countless Flesh Race creatures were kept in captivity as expendable material for infection.

Gradually, the Flesh Race people migrated into the depths of the Underground World, while the Hundred Aspects Army became like wild horses that had broken free of their reins.

They killed more and more members of the Transparent Race.

And with the endless repeated grafting, the Hundred Aspects Army dwindled in number but became incredibly powerful, utterly impossible to deal with.

The Hundred Aspects soldiers were no longer Guardian Gods protecting their people and driving away disaster. They had become a Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the Transparent Race.

Fortunately, the Hundred Aspects soldiers were no longer satisfied with grafting weak powers. They began a civil war, killing their own comrades.

After a massive Hundred Aspects war, only one Hundred Aspects remained.

This final Hundred Aspects had grafted the powers of the entire Hundred Aspects Army onto itself. It was the most terrifying of them all.

It was the present-day Prophet Bai Xiang.

The Transparent Race had also exhausted its manpower and resources in that absurd civil war, retreating into tiny villages.

While the Prophet still retained consciousness, he placed restraints upon himself, allowing the Transparent Race to gain the ability to control him.

He then had the chief at the time imprison him beneath the village, allowing him to emerge only when the village faced a crisis.

After that, every generation of chiefs kept the secret faithfully, doing their best to let as few tribe members as possible know of Prophet Bai Xiang.

Moreover, those chiefs deeply understood Prophet Bai Xiang's terror. They regarded such power with awe and rarely wished to use it, fearing they would become sinners in the eyes of their people.

Grafting also became a taboo within the tribe.

The old man sighed deeply. "But the current chief frequently uses Prophet Bai Xiang's power and keeps talking about war."

"That Flesh Race spy was also created by the current chief using Prophet Bai Xiang's power, in order to find where the Flesh Race people were hiding in the depths underground."

"Who would have thought that the Ram-Headed Man would discover it by sheer coincidence?"

After hearing it all, Mo Ling was deeply shaken.

So Prophet Bai Xiang had such a legendary history.

"No wonder I always felt its abilities were anything but simple."