Just as the four were filled with apprehension, a mutation finally occurred in the blood pool.
First, a vortex appeared, and then the baby that had been placed into the blood pool reappeared before their eyes. It seemed as if an invisible pair of hands gently lifted the baby, and his body slowly floated into the air.
At this moment, the wound on his brow had healed, restored to its original state.
The violent energy accumulated in the blood pool continuously surged into the baby's body.
"We have witnessed a miracle with our own eyes!"
"No! We have created a miracle with our own hands!"
"Our plan has succeeded!"
"Awaken, great Lord Morren!"
The four of them shouted, then collectively knelt to the ground, kowtowing to the baby suspended above the blood pool.
Their expressions were fervent and devout.
Finally, when the violent energy in the blood pool faded away, the baby's eyes instantly opened. In those eyes, for a moment, a trace of indescribable complexity emerged.
