Chapter Fifty-Three: Have I Become an Angel?!

The blue liquid eventually submerged Wang Xiao completely.

A strange sensation surged within him, warm and soothing.

He felt an overwhelming urge to sleep.

Unable to resist any longer, Wang Xiao finally closed his eyes.

The blue liquid surged toward him, but it could not penetrate his skin.

Golden threads within the blue liquid began to slowly approach Wang Xiao.

The threads wrapped around him, tightening gradually.

His skin started to crack, as if it might fall away at any moment.

Bright red blood began to flow, every drop hungrily absorbed by the golden threads.

The blue liquid squeezed into the wounds, eager to bore its way into his body.

Soon, the blue liquid replaced all the blood in his veins.

At this moment, Wang Xiao resembled a blue elf, his entire body suffused with the color.

Golden threads became embedded in his skin, as if the ritual was nearly complete.

Suddenly, the blue liquid began seeping out from his pores.

A flash of white light, and Wang Xiao returned to normal.

His hair was still black, his skin yellow as before.

But now, golden threads adorned his skin, lending him an almost sacred appearance.

The blue liquid could no longer penetrate his body.

It hovered restlessly around him, spinning in search of any flaw, any gap through which to enter.

At that moment, golden liquid began to flow from the mouths of the seven stone statues.

Not mere threads, but true liquid!

As soon as this golden liquid emerged, it raced straight toward Wang Xiao.

Like arrows, they pierced into him without the slightest resistance.

Along with the golden liquid, some of the blue liquid also managed to enter his body.

Wang Xiao began to convulse violently, utterly unconscious.

His entire body turned a deep red, and the blue liquid around him began to boil.

After a while, he lay still.

A flash of white light, and Wang Xiao reappeared, normal once more.

This time, the blue liquid fell quiet, ceasing all movement.

A suction force emanated from the statues, drawing the blue liquid back inside.

Wang Xiao collapsed once again onto the ground.

Before Wang Xiao could regain consciousness, liquid began to flow from the mouths of the statues once more.

But this time, it was not blue.

It was gold.

The golden liquid surged toward Wang Xiao in a frenzy.

Around him, it formed a membrane resembling an amniotic sac.

...

“A month has passed, and there’s still no trace of Wang Xiao.”

Summer Dream was troubled.

Wang Xiao was the backbone of Infinite City, and after searching for so long, he still hadn’t been found.

People in Infinite City were starting to grow restless.

Since Wang Xiao vanished, not a single “demon” had appeared near Infinite City.

That was perhaps the only good thing to come from his disappearance.

Avril had been out of sorts for days, unable to eat or sleep.

Sigh.

Thankfully, most people still believed Wang Xiao would return.

As for those itching to stir up trouble in his absence, Summer Dream was in no hurry to deal with them.

To act against them herself would only provide ammunition for their dissent.

The priority now was to find Wang Xiao!

Ji Weijie had spent the entire month holed up in the laboratory, searching for some way to locate him.

Yang Ming, taciturn as ever, could only lead search parties out every day in hopes of finding Wang Xiao.

Summer Dream could only sigh. Truly, you can know a face but not a heart.

The trust they’d once placed in those people had become their weapon to flaunt.

She had no choice but to do her utmost to maintain Infinite City’s current stability.

Honestly, if Infinite City weren’t Wang Xiao’s creation, she would have washed her hands of the whole affair.

That crowd wasn’t yet too bold, only quietly selling off some of the city’s supplies.

Summer Dream could turn a blind eye to that, but if they dared cross the line—

It would be mutual destruction.

Over the past month, frustrated by the fruitless search for Wang Xiao, those people had grown increasingly brazen.

Yet no one dared say a word, not even to Summer Dream and her companions; their rebukes fell on deaf ears.

Summer Dream and the others had no real power—their positions and abilities were roughly equal.

If it came to open conflict, Infinite City might be destroyed.

That was the last thing Summer Dream wanted to see.

These people were nothing but a cancer within Infinite City!

Contact with other cities revealed that the “demons” had retreated.

Yet many cities had vanished in this catastrophe.

Flame-Huang City’s population had been cut in half overnight.

But at least they survived.

...

Wang Xiao felt short of breath. In a daze, he opened his eyes to a world of gold.

Stretching lazily, he touched a thin membrane.

With a gentle push, he broke through.

Fresh air filled his lungs, and he felt utterly refreshed.

Looking down, he realized with embarrassment that his private parts were also enjoying the air.

He hurriedly retrieved a set of clothes from his spatial backpack.

His pants slipped on easily enough, but the shirt would not fit.

The reason was clear—six pairs of golden wings had sprouted from his back!

The wings fluttered instinctively, sacred and beautiful.

Even his pants seemed shorter; what were once long trousers now looked like capris.

But Wang Xiao could clearly sense the immense strength now coursing through his body.

With a single blow, he could annihilate that crow-like demon from before.

The sensation was much like a transformation.

Sure enough, new knowledge surfaced in his mind:

[Demonic God Transformation: Freely shift between divine and demonic forms. Current form: Divine!]

[Blood God’s Eye: Possesses unique powers, related to transformation states!]

[Six Wings of the Demon God: The absolute power to shatter space!]

Wang Xiao was ecstatic. Who could have guessed that after a single sleep, he would awaken with such miraculous abilities?

“So, what does my divine form actually look like?”

He pulled a mirror from his backpack.

“Huh?! Is that handsome man really me?!”

He could still see traces of his former self, but the difference was worlds apart.

“This fair skin will make so many people green with envy!”

“And these golden, gleaming wings—damn, that’s glorious!”

His hair, too, had turned completely golden, long and flowing, perfectly befitting a god.