A hundred devotees and sufferers simultaneously looked towards Su Tu, their gazes extremely respectful, their voices unbelievably frenzied, as a blood-colored phantom floated in mid-air, emitting an indescribable might and grandeur.
Su Tu could clearly feel that these three phantoms were formed by various deceitful thoughts along with faith.
Within these three phantoms, not only were there hatred, pain, sorrow, grievances, and all negative emotions, but a very fine 'thread' was being nurtured within.
That 'thread' was compressed from countless ultimate faiths, forged into existence in the present world by immense might, solidifying an abstract concept.
Though Su Tu was unsure why he could sense the existence of the 'thread'.
Yet he could clearly feel the other end of that 'thread' connected to a gigantic darkness that made his heart race.
At this moment, the hundred fervent devotees, along with the sufferers, were gazing at Su Tu with anticipation.
