The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

He could only expend all his mental strength, concentrating fully on controlling these lights, allowing them to converge into his own soul.

The majority of cultists felt the change, the discomfort in their bodies lessened, the radiance around them gradually weakened, and the brilliance scattered in the hall began to gather toward the center.

"What is happening..."

"The light is changing, converging toward a center?"

"It's the Chaotic Staircase, the soul of the Chaotic Staircase is absorbing these profane lights..."

"Could it be that the light he's merging with through his Transformation Spell is this light?"

"Madness, sheer madness, this has gone beyond the concept of 'Transformation Skill'!"

Everyone realized what An Su was doing, he was actually gathering these bizarre lights into his own soul, which was simply insane. Even the most deranged life cultists couldn't comprehend An Su's suicidal act.

The strangeness of the light was something they all had personally experienced.

The danger it posed was much greater than the 'electricity' that the Chaotic Elevator had merged with; this radiance had the corrupting power to twist living beings. Yet An Su was about to introduce it into the most fragile part of himself, his soul—this was no longer risking his life, this was suicide!

The profane light quickly converged toward An Su, the flowing light like a vortex in the ocean, or a storm in a sea of light. All who passed by felt awe and reverence for this twisting storm, and An Su's soul stood at the center of the storm, his pure white hair dancing against the light; he was the eye of the storm.

Demigod Rada and Bram Demigod both tensed, they had just developed a sense of appreciation for this young man, thinking about coaxing him into their sect to nurture him greatly, but before they could even start, was this young man self-destructing?

Only the Chaotic Saintess seemed even more excited and joyful, integrating the fallen light into one's own soul—what a chaotic and interesting idea. She raised her arms high, her eyes somewhat sickly as she gazed at An Su within the sea of light.

The doctrine of chaos is to defile everything, to disrupt everything, to live disorderly in a universe of chaos since the nature of the universe is entropy, increasing indefinitely; in the end times, all things will return to the primordial chaos and disorder. All of An Su's actions perfectly echoed the definition of chaos.

She was curious to see what An Su would eventually transform into.
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The five cultists closest to An Su were now twisted in the face, bleeding from their mouths and noses, collapsed on the ground. They were directly facing the output of a God of Law's legendary magic, and as their Rank was only Third Order, they couldn't hold on. Now they were all inwardly cursing; it would have been better to be possessed themselves!

On the other hand, although An Su was of the same Rank, his soul was not affected at all.

He felt warm and comfortable.

Many were worried for Brother of the Stairs' soul, but as time passed, everyone began to feel something strange...

Why does Brother of the Stairs' soul smell so good...

In the midst of everyone's yearning eyes, An Su had completely absorbed the Holy Light. He slowly closed his eyes and silently uttered 'transform' in his heart.

The defiled Holy Light kept growing and constructing, outrageously building his new body.

His view kept rising.

The combination of two legendary spells, 'Radiant Illumination Skill' and 'Holy Light Transformation Skill', had shaped this new form for An Su.

The genius cultists' eyes widened as they lifted their heads, looking up at An Su's increasingly towering figure.

For some reason, possibly a hallucination brought on by the radiation, they all simultaneously heard a ringing in their ears—sharp, shrieking tinnitus that connected together, forming a rhythm, a melody, eventually becoming an anthem.

The distorted choir sang this twisted hymn to praise the sacrilege!

Cultists of a lower Rank, just by looking at that indescribable face, would find their souls boiling and distorting; this anomaly was no longer of the flesh but directly affected the soul!

They promptly humbled themselves by bowing their heads, an absurd thought arising in their minds:

'One must not gaze directly upon God.'

Those five cultists near An Su had already collapsed onto the ground, their souls completely disfigured, and if one could look directly into their souls beyond their physical shells, they would see a bizarre form with three heads and six arms.

The entire space stronghold was on the brink of collapse, a huge blasphemous figure stepping on the floor with every step leaving behind a sacrilegious footprint. An Su slowly straightened his body; when he lifted his hand, every line in the palm was made of twisted light.

He would strike in the form of radiant light.

He would name this form 'New Century Radiance Warrior'... thought An Su in his heart.