Unspeakable bubbles

It is a divine seal, and also a weapon.

The Dark Mandala is Mahakala's final gift!

Bubble reached out and tried to project the newly acquired weapon into its palm.

The dark mandala appeared and disappeared in my palm, but I could never get it to take shape completely.

"A semi-finished product." Bubble realized.

This is the result of prematurely removing datura from the bloodline of the steppe people.

If this artifact is to be fully formed, it will need to devour at least one, no, most of the creatures on the grassland.

Bubble, of course, had no such idea. She glanced at the phantom of the Dark Mandala, satisfied her curiosity, and then flew back towards the Black Heaven Cult.

The plane had already circled the grassland once, and those annoying sounds had disappeared.

It's getting late, time to go back to sleep.

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Tana has been waiting ever since Mahakala stepped out of the painting and took the bubbles to the sky.

Not just her, everyone in the church stood quietly in place.

They looked up at the sky, motionless.

Misato felt extremely awkward being among the crowd. She was cold and hungry and wanted to go back to her tent.

But how can she leave under these circumstances?

'I have this feeling that if I said I wanted to go back to eat and sleep, these people would beat me to death.'

Misato secretly glanced at the person next to her; his expression was indescribably strange.

It looks calm, yet it's rife with madness.

He stared wide-eyed at the sky, his eyes holding something that sent chills down Misato's spine.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Misato looked up at the sky and saw a scene she would never forget in her life!

Giant wings fluttered in the sky, and on the ground, a dark mass of people surged madly toward it, following its trail.

'How many people would that take!' A thought flashed through Misato's mind.

A sickly blush spread across Tana's face as she stared at the scene with rapt attention, almost unable to control herself.

This is undoubtedly a miracle!

Not long after, a lively voice called out, "Bubble is back!"

The enormous wings vanished instantly, and the little girl descended from the sky.

"Well."

Bubble's two little braids trembled, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

Although the lifeline only draws a small portion of life force by instinct, there are countless people on the grassland!

As the wings retracted, this immense, unimaginable force split into two parts.

A small portion flowed towards the little girl's brow, pushing the half-finished Dark Mandala's completion level forward by one notch.

The vast majority of the remaining power was completely absorbed by Bubble's body.

The little girl's physique was already far superior to Augustus's, and this time it has been elevated to an unbelievable level.

In an instant, Bubble felt her body break through a certain limitation and step into a new realm she had never imagined!

This field is the lifelong pursuit of countless martial artists, and only the strongest can truly understand its essence.

That's right. In terms of physical strength alone, Bubble has already surpassed most super strong people!

The little girl felt the changes in her body and clenched her fist tightly.

I feel like I've become much stronger.

Tana took a deep breath. Just as she was about to speak, two dark figures approached her one after the other.

"Master Agudamu, Venerable Baoyin?"

The two men did not speak, but instead touched their heads to the ground and bowed deeply to the little girl.

The next moment, more shadowy figures arrived at the church.

Without saying a word, these powerful figures from the grasslands all knelt down.

Seeing this, Tana's expression turned solemn.

The saintess turned and knelt before Bubbly, shouting—

Praise be to Mahakala!

Tana's shout seemed to trigger a switch, and in an instant, everyone around her knelt down.

Praise be to Mahakala!

The frantic shouts carried far and wide, triggering a chain reaction among the 'pilgrims' in the distance.

Countless grassland people prostrated themselves on the ground, roaring wildly, "Praise be to Mahakala!"

Praise be to Mahakala!

"Praise be to Mahakala!!"

"Praise be to Mahakala!!!"

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The roar swept across the grassland, and amidst the incessant shouts, all the grassland people went wild!

"Mahaksha!"

"Mahaksha!"

"Mahaksha!!"

Misato's ears were ringing; she felt as if she were being assimilated by some kind of fanaticism.

She looked around blankly, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.

Everyone lay down on the ground.

Standing here by myself doesn't seem quite right.

Misato grew increasingly uneasy, and amidst the deafening noise, her thoughts became blurred.

Finally, the girl knelt down in fear and trepidation, lying motionless on the ground.

This was not guided by any mysterious force, but rather the girl herself couldn't bear the immense pressure of being an 'outcast,' and her body acted subconsciously out of instinct for self-preservation.

Cheers resounded through the sky; from this night onward, a new chapter in the history of the great grasslands began.

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Sunlight streamed down, and the grassland welcomed a bright morning.

The church was quiet; everyone was too excited last night and hardly slept a wink.

Priests, grassland warriors, heroes, ordinary people... everyone except the two super strong individuals was catching up on sleep.

Baoyin stood beside Agudamu. Although he did not think that anyone would harm his master at this moment, it was a crucial moment for his transformation.

Just in case, Baoyin personally stayed by Agudamu's side to protect him.

Agudamu remained kneeling, his body motionless, yet his aura continued to rise endlessly.

'Having swept away the confusion in his heart, Guru Agudamu finally returned to his peak!'

Bao Yin closed her eyes and carefully sensed the changes in Agudamu's aura, and couldn't help but show a look of joy.

After a long while, Agudamu slowly got up.

"Congratulations……"

Bao Yin's voice faltered as he was horrified to discover that Agudamu's momentum, which had already begun to decline, was now rising wildly once again.

At the same time, the old man underwent an incredible change.

His gray hair turned black strand by strand, and his wrinkled face regained its smoothness.

"Click-clack"

Agudamu's joints cracked as he straightened his slightly hunched back.

In the blink of an eye, the old man on his deathbed has become a robust young man.

Agudamu, who looked to be in his early thirties, nodded slightly to Baoyin: "Thank you."

“Master?” Baoyin stammered.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the handsome young man in front of him, who was even younger than himself, was that Agudamu!

"Returning to youth, eternal youth... You, you've broken through?" Bao Yin asked hurriedly.

Agudamu was already at the peak of a super strong person, and this breakthrough...

“Once the inner demons are eliminated, one’s cultivation level will naturally rise accordingly,” Agudamu said calmly.

At this point, he had placed his faith in Heitian above his pursuit of martial arts.

Therefore, even though he regained his earth-shattering cultivation and even made a breakthrough, Agudamu's heart was not greatly disturbed.

"Please enlighten me!"

Bao Yin looked eager to try, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of defeat.

"it is good."

This time, Agudamu did not refuse.

Just as the two super strong warriors were about to clash, several grassland warriors emerged from their tents as if by prior arrangement.