But that was also a symbol of "miracle."
As long as he could corrupt it, he propelled himself one step closer to a greater position.
"With flesh and blood as the foundation, stepping onto the endless path of corruption, I shall eventually reach the pinnacle."
"Hehehehehe... Huh?!"
The youth with crimson eyes and black hair suddenly widened his eyes; it seemed as if a surge of scarlet blood waves tumbled in his pupils, his gaze filled with murderous intent sweeping across the surroundings.
In an instant, the whole world descended into corruption, leaving only the glaring blood red.
Countless bloody flesh sprouts materialized out of thin air, continuously growing and rapidly vanishing.
This was his rage.
It was also his bafflement.
"What happened to that massive rainbow of colors?"
"The eternal presence, untouched and undisturbed, the unreachable and unseizable rainbow of colors—how could it just disappear?!"
This was illogical!
