Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman
Chapter 525 - 294 Oh High Tower Master, His Radiance is Like a Song!_2

Chapter 525: Chapter 294 Oh High Tower Master, His Radiance is Like a Song!_2

Any wisdom creature that laid eyes upon it would be filled with delighted submission, as if willing to give everything for it at any moment.

At the same time, gazing up at this high tower that obscured the view, the top invisible to the naked eye.

Despite an unclear vision, unable to discern the tower’s specific details.

It felt as though one could see each layer of the tower containing a small world, or even a Small Thousand World.

The layers of the high tower seemed infinite, and the small and large worlds contained within were equally endless.

They could only rely on some mysterious guidance to witness, within a certain layer of the high tower.

The world where the swollen giants resided.

It was a land covered entirely in snow-white.

The sole man-made structures on the ground were the silver-white towers standing tall upon the earth.

Inside and outside the high tower, countless swollen giants of various sizes hung upside down within and all around the tower walls.

They were the last remnants of this world, born after the high tower rooted here and absorbed all meaningful things from this world.

From birth to death, and then to rebirth... in an endless cycle of reincarnation, hanging upside down was their only significance!

As the world headed toward destruction, they were the remnants blessed by the will of the world. By day and night, they chanted cryptic prayers to the creator of the high tower.

Thus, offering the last remnants of themselves and the entire world to the High Tower Master.

And with these fragments of memory, as the Sons of Evil God forcibly intruded into the brain of these sons while probing the high tower.

The prayer gradually resounded in the ears of the Sons of Evil God, initially soft like the buzzing of a mosquito.

Later, it grew as clear and bright as the sound of a bell.

And made these wise individuals, the Sons of Evil God, understand the content of the prayers:

"Praise the Abyss!"

"Praise the high tower!"

"Above the Abyss!"

"May the High Tower Master live forever!"

"Oh High Tower Master, Thou art resplendent as a song!"

"Praise the Ab... yss?"

One of the Sons of Evil God became absent-minded, involuntarily wishing to recite the words of the prayer.

But just as the last word was about to slip from its mouth.

The will of the Mother Goddess suddenly descended, seizing control from that Son of Evil God.

Then, like the most common command issued by an activated immune response upon discovering an infected cell: the self-destruct command.

This Son of Evil God who had uttered the words that must never be spoken.

In front of the gazes of countless observers.

Silently disintegrated into the purest Evil Qi in the Dark Void.

However, this mass of Evil Qi was not swallowed by the maternal body.

Instead, it was directly sealed into a tiny pebble-sized black gem.

And was sent into the deepest part of the maternal body.

Seeing this process conducted entirely by the subconscious instincts of the maternal body.

Any creature still retaining the most basic common sense within the maternal body.

Would realize what they had encountered.

This was taboo!

A presence so forbidden that not even its name could be spoken, and its memory could not be retained!

Even the Heavenly Tathagata, who casually watched the drama unfold from afar.

Twisted his mouth slightly, puzzled whether that small world had been unlucky or too lucky.

Wondering how such a hidden danger had not erupted before.

Only to activate and break out when it was separated!

The Heavenly Tathagata even suspected that had it erupted sooner.

Perhaps when the Mother Goddess awoke, she would have spit out these small worlds prematurely if she had devoured them.

The thoughts of the Heavenly Tathagata at this moment were also those of the Seventh Son of the Evil God and other Sons of Evil God present.

No one doubted the incredible oddity before them as the handiwork of the ants in that small world.

The difference in levels seemed too vast for their consideration!

As for that likewise accidental Old Ancestor.

Their assumptions about it merely flashed by.

After all, the special force that Old Ancestor wielded was ultimately a part of Cultivating Immortality and God.

And just as alien to the possible Abyssal weirdness present now.

They were more inclined to believe that the contamination from the Abyss had long been lurking in that small world.

But it was concealed so deeply that they only found a poisonous insect in the meal halfway through their feast!

Although wary, the Sons of Evil God refrained from continuing their actions.

Yet the Evil Spirits continued to rush forward relentlessly.

So much so that the Sons of Evil God spent most of their energy afterward trying to stop these Evil Spirits.

Still, a large number of Evil Spirits broke free from the control of the Sons of Evil God and entered the radiation range of the silver-white towers.

Among them, there were no shortage of colossal Evil Spirits, ranging from thousands to tens of thousands of meters in length.

These colossal Evil Spirits were ancient and powerful, their own strength no weaker than that of those lower-ranked Sons of God.

The only difference was that they acted on instinct, lacking the independent consciousness and initiative of the Sons of God.

Some of these colossal Evil Spirits were giant pythons, tens of kilometers long, capable of swallowing a giant city in one bite.

Others had Six Wings on their backs and nine ferocious beast heads.

There were also some that resembled gods and buddhas, except they emitted Evil Qi, their forms twisted, making them seem more like Evil Gods and Evil Buddhas than the Sons of God.

These colossal Evil Spirits were supposed to be the vanguard and capable generals within the mother body to eliminate invading entities.

After all, they were recklessly fearless, free from the scheming of the Sons of God.

Facing insurmountable foes, they tended to choose self-destruction to inflict severe damage upon their enemies.

But when facing the High Tower Master from the Abyss...

These colossal Evil Spirits, upon entering the vicinity within a hundred miles,

shook their bodies, not turning into blood-red powder like the other Evil Spirits.

But when the second swollen, hanging giant fell,

the colossal Evil Spirits felt the radiating waves from the silver-white tower.

They halted in midair.

Their eyes, exposed to the outside, clearly underwent changes.

From profound darkness to blood-red.

Then, those Evil Spirits with mouths opened them wide.

Those without mouths sprouted them on their heads or backs, starting to pray, starting to chant:

"Praise the Tower!"

"Oh Master of the High Tower, Thee are resplendent like a song!"

Only after the colossal Evil Spirits underwent mutations did they actively approach the silver-white tower.

They were not subjected to the spatial attacks from the swollen giants atop the spire and on the ground.

However, as they moved, their massive bodies began to disintegrate rapidly.

That was because their bodies as Evil Spirits could not withstand this transformation.

The closer they got to the tower, the faster they decomposed.

Yet none of these colossal Evil Spirits showed any fear, fully aware that death lay ahead yet still pressing onward relentlessly.

And ultimately, they dissipated, one by one, dozens of miles from the silver-white tower.

And their massive bodies turned into blood-red powder.

Perhaps it was due to the sheer volume of instantaneously, a part of it was absorbed by the two swollen giants.

Most of it, however, covered the land.

Causing the specks of blood-red light in the Dark Void to gradually expand into a ring.

Even though this land was now only over a dozen kilometers thick,

its original Earth Veins had long since withered and died.

Yet this did not affect the presence of the silver-white tower in the slightest.

Seeing the plight of the colossal Evil Spirits,

some of the Sons of God began to entertain the thought of distancing themselves.

Lest they be summoned by the will of the Mother Goddess as cannon fodder once the contamination from the tower spread.

"This is contamination!"

"It’s far more terrible and efficient than what the breath of the Mother Goddess does to those Small Worlds!"

"What kind of Monster is that High Tower Master really?"

The Seventh Son of the Evil God’s face paled dramatically, as a series of seals pressed into his mind.

Feeling it was not enough, he used a Secret Treasure obtained from harvesting certain Small Worlds and relied on a different power system to seal the memories received from the silver-white tower.

There were quite a few Sons of God who did the same.

After all, the precedent had just been set not so long ago.

And the strange existence before them was behaving more and more inconceivably, who knows if there would be any contingencies.

They might end up like those colossal Evil Spirits, turning into followers of the other side in an instant and then being oblivious to their own demise until death.

However, very soon,

the Sons of God also discovered some anomalies.

The radiation range of the silver-white tower seemed about the same as that of the regional territory.

Once beyond that area,

even the small Evil Spirits they intentionally controlled while roaming would not be contaminated by the other side’s terrifying power.

But if one crossed that distance, even by just a small step!

Large Evil Spirits would be turned into blood-red powder on the spot!

This... this was clearly a restriction!

It was a Great Divine Power seal, a Great Divine Power Barrier!

Could it be that this tower was in fact an Abyss Monster sealed by a Great Divine Power User in this small world?