Chapter 286: Black Sun Godmother Bai Yu!
A crimson-black glow enveloped this cramped space. Under such a sinister light, Bai Yu’s body radiated an unusual sense of holiness. She resembled an angel that had descended into the human world from the Bible—only this angel seemed rather… fallen.
An angel’s appearance, a demon’s aura, wrapped in ominous black light.
The bodies of the ghosts illuminated by this dim glow began to show signs of melting, just like snow under a blazing sun.
Even so, these ghosts gazed at Bai Yu with an intense expression. Their eyes, once filled with cruelty and a slew of negative emotions, began to transform, filled now with a feeling called “devotion.”
This scene was bizarre enough to leave Zhao Mingyue, standing beside Bai Yu, utterly dumbfounded.
She had never seen ghosts express such admiration and piety—staring at Bai Yu as if they were gazing upon their deities.
Even their burning eyes, singed nearly to a crisp by the black-red glow, remained lifted high.
Zhao Mingyue noticed they were slowly raising their hands, forming a gesture that resembled an embrace.
Their lips moved, but no sound escaped.
Maybe they were chanting, “Praise the Sun”?
Unbelievable—this was the influence Bai Yu was having on them.
Zhao Mingyue’s mind was sharp even in such critical moments; she immediately realized that these ghosts had been affected by the light emitted from Bai Yu, leading to what could only be described as brainwashing.
So, this power was essentially the curse power of the Evil Gods.
She understood what Bai Yu meant by wanting to give it a try.
It was a test to see if the curse power affected ghosts, and whether she could gain belief powers while this batch of ghosts worshipped her.
Turning her gaze back, Zhao Mingyue stared at Bai Yu floating in mid-air, nearly hitting the ceiling. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of that “holiness” herself. No wonder these Evil Gods referred to her as “Godmother.” If they all looked like Bai Yu, they certainly had divine vibes.
Not one to miss an opportunity, Zhao Mingyue whipped out her phone and snapped a picture of Bai Yu’s face.
Unfortunately, the surrounding environment was so dim that the photo turned out rather unclear.
“Bai Yu, can I turn on the flash?”
“Bai Yu, you’re not looking cool enough! You don’t need to glow all over. How about you try using your tentacles and bl**d threads to weave a symbol that looks like the sun, and let that thing glow? You can then partially blend into the black light—now that’d be cool!”
Upon hearing this, Bai Yu indeed followed her suggestion, using bl**d threads to outline a sun rune behind her to shine forth.
With the red-black glow radiating, a thought struck Zhao Mingyue.
Does light really have a color like black?
From where she stood, the light emanating from Bai Yu didn’t brighten the illuminated areas but rather deepened their darkness, with faint white edges seeming to spread outward.
Without those dark-red glimmers, it was less a glow and more like a shadow being cast.
Zhao Mingyue touched herself; she was within the range of that black light, yet felt no effects. Meanwhile, those nearby evil ghosts had already knelt down, bowing their heads to Bai Yu.
Murmuring one phrase over and over.
“Praise the Black Sun!”
At that moment, Zhao Mingyue found it hard to describe her feelings. This was the first time she had witnessed such a side of Bai Yu; the old Bai Yu would never resort to such tactics.
So life made its demands.
As the Thousand Eyes Godmother put it, the evil thoughts Bai Yu absorbed were akin to time bombs.
And the power of belief was the best means to eliminate those evil thoughts.
Wanting to rid herself of evil thoughts and strengthen herself in such a short time—it seemed this was the only way.
But that didn’t pose an issue.
Bai Yu was still Bai Yu; the power of the Black Sun Godmother was merely supplementary. One day, when an enemy found themselves surrounded by a horde of evil ghost believers, facing down one red-clothed evil ghost after another chanting “Praise the Black Sun,” they might finally reach Bai Yu, the mastermind, thinking they could “capture the king by dealing with the minions first.”
Yet, upon rushing in, they would find this so-called weak summoner pulling out a long blade from under her skirt, and suddenly, her aura would shift, activating “BOSS mode”!
This “BOSS,” once a frail-looking little girl, would instantly transform into a ruthless blade-wielding killer, even stronger than the pesky believers around her. With a single hand, she could lift them all up. Their hearts would undoubtedly waver in disbelief.
In the air, Bai Yu was oblivious to Zhao Mingyue’s musings. As the curse power began to dwindle, she landed and tried clenching her fist.
The depletion of this curse power did not affect her combat capabilities in the slightest.
That was to be expected; after all, curses and evil thoughts were merely another set of powers within her.
The bl**d threads she usually used in battle were naturally unaffected.
Surveying the dozens of evil ghosts kneeling on the ground in prayer, Bai Yu took a moment to contemplate.
The power of belief began to manifest within her—weak, but at least perceptible.
Just as the Thousand Eyes Godmother had said, without the embryo’s body transformation, this power began consuming the evil thoughts within her.
Doing this would significantly reduce her evil thoughts, and if she truly were an Evil God, the impact would have been tremendous. Otherwise, the Thousand Eyes Godmother wouldn’t have been so cautious, fearing that if she weakened, other Evil Gods would gobble her up.
Yet that had no bearing on her; she didn’t require evil thoughts for fighting. For her, evil thoughts were just a burden. If she could transform that power into belief power and then into curses, that would be ideal.
In contrast, the power of belief was clean and simple—more controllable than evil thoughts.
Shrugging off the surrounding bl**d threads, ignoring those evil ghosts, Bai Yu’s figure melded into Zhao Mingyue’s shadow.
“Are we leaving now? Shouldn’t we pay them any mind?”
“No need to worry about them.”
“They seem to be in a pretty good state now.” Zhao Mingyue rubbed her chin, noticing the ghosts rising and heading back into the dilapidated house in an orderly fashion.
These ghosts rarely acted so obediently, proving once again the power of suppression.
The former Bai Yu might have pummeled them into submission, but she could never make them act as compliant as children like this.
