Chapter 1810: Original Sin Immortal Bloom
The Star Man and the rest of the Prima Deities under the dominion of the Lord of Ages were utterly stunned by the overwhelming army descending toward them, each figure exuding a formidable and terrifying aura. At the forefront stood Meylin, the Depravita of Pride, her golden eyes radiating icy brutality, fully attuned to the waves of fear emanating from her enemies.
In a flash, Meylin vanished, teleporting directly into the midst of the enemy battalion, utterly fearless despite the odds. A chilling silence fell momentarily as a majestic lotus materialized around her—its seven layers shimmering ominously with ethereal power.
The first layer was radiant, imbued with an extraordinary essence of Pride that seemed capable of bending the universe around it. The second layer glowed with a weaker power as if not fully completed yet, pulsating subtly with an insatiable, devouring force—a representation of Gluttony itself. Though it was not yet at full bloom, it was already potent enough to shatter continents.
These two realms combined, generating a storm of energies that surged around Meylin.
Gripping her swords, Hell and Abyss, Meylin channeled her energies into the lotus, causing its petals to slowly unfurl. An eruption of power emanated from the blooming flower, significantly amplifying her already immense presence. Without hesitation, she spun rapidly, wielding her weapons with terrifying precision, and creating a colossal tornado infused with destructive power.
The force of this whirlwind was devastatingly majestic, instantly scattering the surrounding Prima Deities in every direction. They struggled in vain as their formations collapsed, and negative energies infiltrated their minds, weakening them physically and mentally. Soon, the legion devolved into isolated, vulnerable targets.
Meylin had not slacked off and had diligently cultivated both her Depravita powers and her ArchDeity cultivation technique. Although her strength was slightly inferior to Cain’s, she had still ascended to a realm where even Late Prima Deities could be crushed with relative ease.
However, Meylin remained vigilant. She quickly noticed one figure resist her chaotic storm, pushing through with sheer determination—the Star Man. His spear blazed fiercely, radiating an intent that screamed destruction as he lunged toward Meylin, aiming directly for her head. Among his objectives, eliminating Meylin was even more important than defeating Cain, so the spear carried every ounce of his formidable killing intent.
Yet, even as the spear approached with blinding speed, Meylin’s expression remained unchanging—cool, composed, utterly calm. Just before the spear reached her, the lotus petals swiftly closed.
"CLANK!"