They were already shrouded in the virus!
But...
"Then, you can guess again."
At that instant, he suddenly heard Ji Jue's voice, so clear.
Because all other sounds had suddenly disappeared.
"What is the true trigger that ends the incubation period of the spiritual strain, ushers it into maturity, and allows it to show its complete form?"
What is... it?
The Pope's consciousness paused for a mont.
He felt his throat itch, instinctively coughed once, but found he couldn't stop.
The gentle cough quickly turned into a heart-wrenching shriek, and each cough rapidly spurted out green blood from his mouth and nose, along with countless small structures like worm eggs. As they fell into the blood, the eggs hatched and spread. Fine spiritual worms joyously wriggled within the blood.
Not just him, at this mont, within Sky City, intense coughing and roars continued, echoing endlessly. One by one, angels vomited violently while walking, fell to the ground, convulsing or wailing, with spiritual worms slowly extending from their mouths and noses...
Not just Sky City, the vast Divine Country Paradise, in the entire Illusion Dream, all angels lost control at this mont.
The final chain had been released by Ji Jue.
No longer sheltered by Divine Power, because Divine Power had been thoroughly devoured by the spiritual strain. It should be said that upon touching Divine Power, all strains in the latent period began to undergo fierce change and woke up!
When tiny strains, as small as worm eggs, sprouted within the organs, brain tissue, and even bones, the self and consciousness started to wriggle, erging from the soul...
Blood fell like rain.
Angels, like flies, plunged down in swarms.
Outside the dead camp, cries filled the sky, like the countless angels that once filled the sky, now falling one by one from the air.
Dark green blood continuously sprayed from their mouths and noses, like worms descending with a torrential rain, turning into flesh mud.
The angels not yet fully infected panic-stricken, trying to ascend, but saw worms hatching and falling onto themselves, burrowing into their flesh, reaching deep inside...
Rapidly, amid hoarse screams, they plumted toward the ground.
As if... falling towards the outstretched palm of Ji Jue.
At the mont his fingers clenched, there erged only strands of eerie light, rising from the remnants, converging towards Ji Jue.
Instantly, the power of tens of thousands of angels was devoured by the strain, the transford essence once again gathered in Ji Jue's hands, turbulently circulating, manifesting an iron glow.
Ultimately, forming a bizarre silver crown.
Placed upon Ji Jue's head.
And the fierce and maddening spiritual strain transford into countless phantom lights, enveloping him, as if a sinister mist slowly condensed into reality, dyeing his robe bone-white.
"How does it feel, everyone?"
Ji Jue curiously asked: "This gift from divine foes and demons—"
No one responded, thus it was assud as approved.
At the mont, in his hands, countless strains converged into threads of micro-light endlessly flowing, so ta. It was hard to imagine the terrifying power beneath that dazzling exterior.
Having studied spiritual transformation under Ye Xian, referenced Chun Jun's techniques, incorporated mutated transformation skills, and ultimately combined with Marvelous Alchemy, thus creating these countless tiny spiritualities... afterwards, with Fluid Alchemy, continuously purified and extracted, iterating several hundred cycles in the accelerated Chicken Foot House within just a few days.
Finally, from this Illusion Dream, rebirth of the worm!
At this point, calling it a worm might no longer be appropriate.
Even though its basic structure partially adopted it, blindly copying has never been Ji Jue's style. Adapting to circumstances exemplifies a craftsman's excellent mastery. After completely mastering and understanding the worm's essence, he had accomplished a thorough innovation!
No longer eroding the world or transforming everything, losing the immortality and grandeur of the Nether Sea, yet diversifying, rging everything, turning all souls into beds for its own hatching and expansion.
The worm of old, having undergone pupation, reached the final stage of complete tamorphic developnt.
Adult.
Or, it may be called...
—[Fly King]!
In so respects, Ji Jue ought to thank Wen Sheng.
If not for the Holy God, if not for this Illusion Dream, how could he dare attempt research in the present world, that would lead to unparalleled destruction and being obliterated without burial?
This seemingly hypocritical dream is, to a craftsman, an unequivocal Paradise!
A field that can't be destroyed no matter how roughly treated, experintal subjects that can't die no matter how cruelly trampled, and countless foes unforgivable no matter how viciously attacked...
This was Heaven indeed!
At this mont, as Ji Jue's hands spread out again, infinite dark phantom light rose from Paradise, converging towards him, endlessly dropping into his hands.
Devoured completely!
The Fly King's Crown radiated fiercely, the demon's wild laughter resounded across the sky.
Angry roars rang out from beyond the heavens.
The hamr struck down again—
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