Even with only a fifty percent chance of winning, Da Xing the Mad Monk still held high hopes for Gu Qingfeng.
Leaving aside whether Miao Rulai truly was an Original Sin Anomaly who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin, even if it were true, Da Xing felt Gu Qingfeng's odds of winning were still considerable.
What Da Xing had never imagined was that in this Ancient-Present Era, the anomalies who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin were not limited to Gu Qingfeng, nor were they limited to Miao Rulai. Not long ago, they had encountered another one on a ruin pulsing with Original Sin Light.
And now, this handsome youth emerging from the Cauldron of Qiongqi was, damn it all, also an anomaly who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin.
If the appearance of two such anomalies had caused Gu Qingfeng's ninety percent chance of winning to plummet to fifty percent...
Then with three such anomalies, Gu Qingfeng's odds were probably less than twenty percent.
Moreover.
The successive appearance of two anomalies who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin couldn't help but make Da Xing think of an even more terrifying question: the number of such anomalies in this Ancient-Present Era was probably not limited to these few. There should be more.
Damn it all!
Da Xing increasingly felt that betting everything he had on Gu Qingfeng was an impulsive decision, and even more so, a wrong decision.
He was also growing more and more regretful, regretting that he shouldn't have staked everything on this gamble, and especially shouldn't have gambled on Gu Qingfeng.
If the anomalies who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin were merely appearing in greater numbers, it wouldn't be enough to plunge Da Xing into such despair.
The reality was, he had staked everything on Gu Qingfeng, and Gu Qingfeng now simply had no desire to gamble. No!
It wasn't that he was unwilling to gamble, but that he fundamentally had no interest in even entering the gambling hall. To be precise, whether Gu Qingfeng would gamble at all depended entirely on his mood, on heaven's will, on fate.
This was what drove Da Xing to the brink of collapse.
He had originally thought that since Gu Qingfeng's attitude of letting nature take its course and submitting to fate was already unchangeable, he had no choice but to accept it. The only thing that gave Da Xing some comfort was that whether it was heavenly momentum, fate momentum, or fortune momentum, including all sorts of omens, they all seemed to indicate that Gu Qingfeng would take this gamble, and his chances of winning were not small.
However.
As more and more anomalies who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin appeared, the so-called heavenly momentum, fate momentum, fortune momentum, and all the omens surrounding Gu Qingfeng were also growing smaller and weaker.
Not to mention anything else.
Just take this handsome youth who emerged from the Cauldron of Qiongqi.
The mere fact that he possessed the Cauldron of Qiongqi was enough to prove that this youth also occupied heavenly momentum, fate momentum, and fortune momentum.
If Qiongqi's divine consciousness and demonic thoughts had merely merged with the youth, then the youth's heavenly and fate momentum, while significant, would still not surpass Gu Qingfeng's.
But if the youth was actually Qiongqi reborn, then his so-called heavenly momentum, fate momentum, and fortune momentum would be almost on par with Gu Qingfeng's.
Within the scene.
The hundreds of Original Sin Dharmakayas had all retreated far away. None dared approach the Cauldron of Qiongqi, all staring at the handsome youth with looks of disbelief.
Earlier, they had witnessed only about a dozen of the Original Sin Patriarchs who had charged into the Cauldron of Qiongqi alongside Huli Great Immortal emerge alive. Even Huli Great Immortal had nearly perished inside.
These Original Sin Dharmakayas no longer dared to covet the Cauldron of Qiongqi, especially after learning it had an owner. The last shred of hope they harbored had completely vanished.
Now that the master of the Cauldron of Qiongqi had revealed himself, these hundreds of Original Sin Dharmakayas could only watch from a distance, not even daring to get close to spectate.
"This venerable one thought the master of this Cauldron of Qiongqi was some great figure. Turns out it's really just a little brat!"
Huli Great Immortal still held a large saber in hand, one hand on his hip, standing imposingly in the void. Although his tone remained arrogant and overbearing, and his words seemed to show no regard for the handsome youth...
However.
This was only on the surface.
After all, Huli Great Immortal was an Original Sin Patriarch from the Ancient Desolation Era, and now he had cultivated an Original Sin Dharmakaya. He had experience, he had strength, and he had keen perception.
Moreover, having personally charged into the Cauldron of Qiongqi earlier, he naturally understood better than anyone present just how terrifying the existence of this handsome youth was.
To be honest.
After learning the Cauldron of Qiongqi had an owner, not only had those hundreds of Original Sin Dharmakayas given up their designs on it...
In truth.
Huli Great Immortal had also given up in his heart.
Because he knew this handsome youth was an Original Sin Anomaly.
Such an identity filled Huli Great Immortal with envy, jealousy, and a hatred that made his teeth itch.
Although Huli Great Immortal had now cultivated an Original Sin Dharmakaya and had long been scheming to become the True Lord of Original Sin, never giving up even after being suppressed in the Gui Xu for countless ages...
It was only scheming.
Huli Great Immortal had no confidence, not a shred.
He understood clearly that to ascend to the position of True Lord of Original Sin required not just strength, but also momentum—heavenly momentum, fate momentum, and fortune momentum.
Yet Huli Great Immortal possessed none of these momentums. He had neither heavenly momentum, nor fate momentum, nor fortune momentum. He didn't even have the qualification to contend for the True Lordship of Original Sin.
From his understanding of Original Sin, only two types of existences were qualified to contend for the True Lordship of Original Sin. The first were the Original Sin Anomalies with chaotic karma, and the second were the Sons of Original Sin who had merged with True Blood of Original Sin.
Unfortunately, he was neither an Original Sin Anomaly nor a Son of Original Sin.
Therefore.
Faced with an Original Sin Anomaly, he could only envy, be jealous, and hate. Nothing more.
Beyond that, he had no recourse.
Of course.
Abandoning the Cauldron of Qiongqi did not mean abandoning his schemes for the True Lordship of Original Sin.
Even though Huli Great Immortal was neither an Original Sin Anomaly nor a Son of Original Sin, this didn't mean he had no hope at all.
He still had hope of contending for the True Lordship of Original Sin.
Ever since the end of the Ancient Desolation Era, he had been suppressed in the Gui Xu, only released after the Present Era began. In a place like the Gui Xu, forget reincarnation and rebirth—even death was a luxurious dream.
Hence, becoming an Original Sin Anomaly was out of the question for him. Given his current situation, he had no opportunity, nor the time, to arrange for reincarnation and rebirth as an anomaly.
However.
Becoming a Son of Original Sin still held some hope.
It was said.
The origin of the Primordial Nine Palaces concealed True Blood of Original Sin. If he could seize it and merge it with himself, Huli Great Immortal would instantly become a Son of Original Sin, thereby qualifying to contend for the True Lordship of Original Sin.
Within the scene.
The crimson-black Cauldron of Qiongqi hovered in the void, still devouring the endless streams of Breath of Original Sin from all directions. It looked as if the Cauldron of Qiongqi had become a vortex of chaotic currents formed within the void.
The white-robed youth, the handsome young master, stood with his hands clasped behind his back atop the Cauldron of Qiongqi. His handsome face wore a faint smile. His eyes were just like the impression he gave—exceptionally pure, so pure they held neither sacred light nor dark evil, utterly untainted.
When he raised his gaze, he looked around. His clear, pure eyes swept over Huli Great Immortal and Old Immortal Qingmu not far away, glanced at the group of Original Sin Dharmakayas in the distance, and then his gaze paused in one direction—the location where Gu Qingfeng and Da Xing the Mad Monk were hiding.