Chapter 683: A race born of corrupted emotions
"The key to that majestic race was a unique structure built inside their hearts that opened cultivation paths and allowed them to fuse different lineages. You could call that structure the core of the race."
Horus' smile widened as he saw how the evil and maleficent force flooded the Blood King, and he clenched his fists with excitement and thrill, making it clear this was something very important to him.
The Void King's eyes widened as he detected that fundamental change in the Blood King. Despite all the shock, he could still perceive how that evil force began concentrating on one of the Sacred Organs. However, it was not in the Astral Rebirth Heart, which confused him since that place should be where that baleful force gathered to build the core.
Instead, the place where that baleful and nightmarish energy gathered was in the Blood King's brain, seemingly flooding all the way to the soul sea.
Horus was engrossed in the Blood King's transformation, but he noticed the confusion in the Void King. He turned to the man and simply smiled as an adult would smile at a child who did not understand what was happening.
"While the power and talent of the majestic race, whose core was located in the heart, was by all measures sublime, they were not the final creation of the Supreme Exarch. During his fourth life, as he mastered the Origins of Life and Death and dominated Samsara, he was also able to break the barrier between imagination and reality.
He transformed thought into flesh, and that was how he gave birth to a miracle, a second race born of emotions."
The zeal and fervor in Horus' eyes grew even stronger as he reached this point, and it was clear his thrill and devotion to that second race were even mightier than the first one.
The Void King was smart enough to understand that whatever was happening to the Blood King was related to the second race built by the Supreme Exarch. While everything was shocking and honestly terrifying, his heart was burning with curiosity, wondering just how powerful a race built by a man capable of turning ideas into flesh was.
"The members of this new race were the perfect warriors, fearless and brutal, capable of slaughtering entire worlds without hesitation or the slightest sliver of mercy. Their flesh and blood were born out of negative emotions and twisted psychic energy, granting them bodies capable of facing titanic entities born of stardust. But their physical might was just one side of the coin.