Chaos First Poem wasn't something even the God's can handle once in the wrong hands but at the same time it could be as destroying just any random demonic formation if that wrong hand has no idea on how to properly make good use of it. To unleash all its hidden and evil potential and allow it to destroy them both along with all creation.
Mo Yuan's dark lips mused into a subtle grin as he watched the Black Dragon struggle and be out of touch with whatever the formation was really putting him through.
So, something locked away in the divine realm could have a God kneel and be miserable before him like this?
He should keep this mural as his treasured possession.
But before that, he needs to use it and draw the blood of a divine.
Well, you might be wondering, why this much dramatic flair over drawing a drop of blood when there could have been more easier and less stressful ways.
