novelraw Chapter 877 - 742: The Demon Altar Opens
Chapter 877 - 742: The Demon Altar Opens
A mysterious force also squeezed out from the void aperture, unseen yet causing everyone present to feel a churning discomfort within their organs, distorting their vision. That feeling was very unsettling.
Additionally, there was the deathly aura spewing from the thin, dark dragon's body.
If it weren't for seeing Tianyi Sect Hierarch showing no reaction, this group would have fled in terror on the spot.
The aperture was small, but the building was large. The structure dragged by the three charred flying dragons slowly forced out like a hen laying an egg, forming into a hexagonal altar-like building.
The altar's design was fairly straightforward, completely dark red with a metallic sheen. The base was divided into nine levels, approximately a mile wide and twenty zhang high, with a giant pillar standing in the middle, also about ten zhang high.
The pedestal's carved railings featured bas-reliefs of all creations, the towering pillar adorned with swirling nebulae, formed from six triangular prisms combined, with holes resembling sun and moon, exuding an aura of utmost supremacy.
The flaw was the six-sided united pillar was bound with thick iron chains, passing through the sun-and-moon shaped holes, intricately woven with golden and dark blue patterns, presenting a majestic appearance.
The base's underside was jagged, with ripped marks, suggesting that the entire altar was forcibly extracted from somewhere.
Along with the emerging altar, there were six charred dragons bound by chains. Each level of the nine-layer base locked a dragon, totaling nine dragons.
As the altar emerged from the void, the spectral whirlpool behind slowly dissipated, as the blood flame energy supporting the void aperture was devoured by the nine dragons, each greedily consuming the flame energy without letting a thread go to waste.
The clanging sound of chains shaking continuously during the scramble evoked by the dragons constantly rocked the floating altar, causing it to periodically lose balance.
The rising blood flame within the 'Blood Kasaya', the white light of the array, the scattered floating sandalwood gold glow, the scene of nine dragons fighting for food, combined with the eerie underground environment and the feeling of weightlessness, intertwined to create a uniquely bizarre sense of illusion.
This spectacle was astonishing, leaving Shi Chun and his companions in awe, even those unfamiliar with such sights within the Demon Path were equally astounded...
In a cave somewhere within the Extreme Abyss, Du Wulang, who was sitting cross-legged meditating, suddenly had his pale pupils shrink intensely, staring fixedly and raising a hand, uttering, "Quick!"
Nearby, the Silver-faced Man immediately transmitted orders to others, "Gather the people, go!"
After the words fell, he waved his sleeve, lifting the meditating Du Wulang through the air, and darted away swiftly...
Situ Zhen, cloaked in his mantle, faced the awe-inspiring scene, yet astonishingly closed his eyes, unclear of his focused intent.
Suddenly, an abrupt change in the atmosphere above prompted her to open her eyes and look.
It was seen that the 'Blood Kasaya' had slowly ceased its rotation, as the blood energy from sacrificial offerings inside was exhausted, completely drained, unable to further sacrifice to the Nine Dragons.
"Dismantle the array!" Tianyi Sect Hierarch calmly commanded, indicating his experience.
The array personnel below immediately retracted the glow of their magic artifacts, quickly moving back to the Sect Hierarch's side and gazing upward.
The Nine Dragons, having drained the blood flames, seemed to sniff around for a while yet could no longer detect anything, one by one shaking their heads and wagging tails, flew back to the altar, each settling on a level, appearing to enter a state of tranquil slumber, satiated and drowsy.
It was at this moment that the 'Blood Kasaya', holding a pile of items, suddenly moved towards Shi Chun and his group, causing them to feel a surge of alarming vigilance.
Tianyi Sect Hierarch had already turned his gaze over, emitting a disguised humming sound as he said, "What I promised you, our Sect shall never break its word, take it."
Upon finishing speaking, the 'Blood Kasaya' above loosened its opening, and countless items spilled out, with such a pungent smell of blood that it was unbearable.
After emptying its contents, the 'Blood Kasaya' floated away, returning into Tianyi Sect Hierarch's sleeve.
Shi Chun and his companions were stunned at the sight of the mountainous pile of corpses before them.
These weren't ordinary corpses, each a dried up husk, with bodies, clothing, and accessories all dyed blood red, even for Shi Chun and his group accustomed to seeing deaths within Life Prison, the present situation was unforgettable.
The focus was on the freshness.
Yet this unforgettable scene was Shi Chun's own request; they had offered to clean before handing them over, but he refused, fearing embezzlement, insisted on seeing for himself firsthand, and now it was as per his wishes. They could sift through them slowly.
A bit dumbfounded as sorting through several ten thousand corpses of this nature was unfathomable.
The key was that they had to dig, for inside there might be many treasures, possibly numerous tokens.
"Hehe." Wu Jinliang couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, an expression of helplessness akin to Chun Tian lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.
There was no choice, this task would likely primarily fall upon him, he was already considering who he could seek for assistance afterward.
The pile of remains also obscured their view.
Su Mian darted onto the heap of bloody remains, followed by Feng Chi, then Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang. Standing on the bones, Shi Chun turned to look back, only to see Situ Zhen standing immobile at the foot of the corpse mountain, her face covered by a hood, concealing her expression and reaction.
Across the corpse mountain, Tianyi Sect Hierarch waved his sleeve and grasped, drawing a massive saber with a broad back and curved body, about the height of a person, into his hand.
The saber was devoid of carvings, embodying a simplistic yet elegant charm, completely pitch black, appearing homogenous, yet under light revealed stark differences.
Most parts of the saber under the brilliance glowed with a faint metallic sheen, except the blade edge where no reflection could be seen.