As if it had heard Mr. Tu's prayer and scented the aura of the countless living beings of the world, this incomparably bountiful "offering," the true body of the Great Wilderness began to descend.
By Mr. Tu's ear, a terrifying murmur rang out.
That murmur seemed like divine speech, obscure and indistinct, yet clearer than anything before.
This was the tongue of a True God.
Mr. Tu trembled all over with excitement.
This was the first time in his life he had approached the "Divine Lord" at such close range, to listen to the Divine Lord's murmur.
In that instant, he felt his faith "sublimate."
Mr. Tu was so excited his voice tore a little as he trembled and said:
"Send the Fetus!"
Eighteen Golden Core Demon Path Body Cultivators, covered head to toe in Flood Dragon Monster Patterns, their skin dyed pitch-black by Demonic Qi, muscles knotted, physiques robust and powerful, carried a gigantic White Bone Throne, each step heavy, walking toward the Evil God altar above.
