Chapter 1749: The next evolution of The Flow
Chapter 1749: The next evolution of The Flow
Cain displayed a fierce smile as he sensed the escalating battle fervor within the ranks of the Scarlet Crusade. Without wasting another breath, he surged forward, becoming the blazing spearhead of the massive army. The dragons and saintesses immediately followed him, their divine auras unleashed in full, soaring upward and engulfing the sky in an immense storm of energy.
Cain’s gaze sharpened, his eyes burning with unquenchable hunger. The closer he drew to the enemy, the more intense the anticipation became—until, finally, the opposing force came into clear view.
Yet instead of encountering fearsome warriors prepared for an earth-shaking confrontation that would leave the continent scarred, what Cain and the entirety of the Scarlet Crusade saw stunned them.
Monks.
Millions upon millions of monks.
Each of these individuals wore simple robes, had shaved heads reflecting the gentle rays of sunlight, and held strange rosaries in their palms. An incredible aura of tranquility and harmony radiated from them, so pure and profound that the dragons and saintesses, seasoned warriors hardened by countless battles, paused involuntarily.
It felt as if these monks were not just cultivators meditating quietly but rather fundamental aspects of existence itself—integrated seamlessly into the universe’s boundless flow.
Among all the Scarlet Crusade warriors, Cain’s expression was the most complex. A deep frown etched itself onto his brow, and for once, his eyes reflected genuine uncertainty.
Cain was no saint. He had slain countless individuals, and not all of them had been villains. As long as they stood in his way and pursued cultivation, he had no qualms about shedding blood. But these monks troubled him in a different, profound manner—because, through the golden light flowing within his eyes, he could see something remarkable.