nyslfriends Chapter 1782 The Unified Altar!
Chapter 1782 The Unified Altar!
Not bad!
These powerful figures clad in blood-red robes...
He was a powerful figure in the priestly lineage.
He was also known as "Situ".
The energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies were extremely obscure and powerful.
Even the weakest among them is comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the human race!
At this moment, these top experts of the Purgatory Clan, who usually wield great influence in the outside world, all had solemn expressions and uneasy looks in their eyes.
With utmost reverence, even a hint of trepidation, they abandoned flying and chose to hike, climbing step by step up the winding, blood-red stone steps toward the summit of the sacred mountain.
The atmosphere was so solemn it was almost frozen; every strong person was filled with uncertainty and anxiety about the future.
It is unknown what fate awaits them.
After a while,
The view from the summit of the sacred mountain came into view.
The first thing they saw was a long, blood-red robe standing proudly atop the mountain, its back to them, braving the fierce winds.
It seemed to be connected to the fortune of the entire sacred mountain and the entire continent.
Seeing this scene,
The divine generals clad in blood-red armor felt a sudden jolt of fear, their eyes dimming instantly.
The worries in my heart surged up like a tide.
"Why...why is there only one High Priest?"
This question exploded in the minds of all the gods almost simultaneously.
"According to the ancient custom, any meeting involving the entire clan should be jointly presided over by the lineage of the divine messengers and the lineage of priests, in order to show a balance of power."
Now all we see is the High Priest... Could it be...?"
A terrible thought began to surface uncontrollably:
"Could it be that the powerful members of the Divine Envoy lineage were really wiped out in that great battle?"
Even if the other divine messengers unfortunately perish...
But that powerful and unfathomable divine envoy, whose combat prowess surpassed that of the entire race, shouldn't have fallen so easily!
"It's over...
If that's the case, my lineage of the Divine Envoy will likely never have a peaceful day within the clan again, and will be completely reduced to a vassal state.
They might even have to live on by the whims of the priests.
"Alas, I only hope that the High Priest will consider our kinship and refrain from such a ruthless act of extermination..."
Various thoughts of unease and despair churned in the minds of these divine generals.
In contrast, the blood-stained robes of the Situ who had also reached the summit, upon seeing that lone figure...
His bloodshot eyes widened in surprise at first, then an uncontrollable surge of wild joy welled up within them.
Despite their best efforts to conceal it, the slight upturn of their lips betrayed their inner excitement.
"Great! It's the High Priest!"
The high priest has returned safely!
The temple pillars have not fallen!
A seasoned Situ cried out in his heart,
"When I first saw that all the divine messengers and high priests had disappeared without a trace, I thought..."
Unexpectedly, God has blessed my priestly lineage!
What a surprise!
But soon, the perceptive Situ also noticed something was amiss:
"Wait... what about the other priests?"
And what about all those high-ranking officials from the Divine Envoy lineage? Where are they all?
Are they all in seclusion to heal their wounds?
Is that why the High Priest was chosen to oversee the situation alone?
"No... This is against the rules; there has never been such a precedent before."
unless……"
The thought of a certain possibility sent a chill down the spines of even these priests, who belonged to the priestly lineage, and they secretly gasped.
A look of horror and disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Could that battle have been so brutal?!
in an instant,
Various emotions, including speculation, fear, secret joy, and confusion, intertwined and collided in the minds of the top experts of the Purgatory Clan.
at this time···
The high priest, with his hands behind his back as if overlooking his kingdom, slowly turned around.
His face was ancient and his age was hard to discern. Only his blood-red eyes were deep, as if they contained a sea of blood that had been there for millennia. His gaze calmly swept over the strongest elites of the clan before him.
That gaze wasn't particularly sharp, yet it carried a heavy, mountain-like pressure; anyone powerful enough to be swept by its gaze...
Regardless of their inner thoughts, at this moment they involuntarily lowered their heads, unable to meet his gaze.
They even held their breath.
The immense power and prestige of the high priest is evident.
Then,
A calm, deep voice, yet clearly resonating deep within the souls of every powerful individual, exploded forth:
"It seems you all had already anticipated this."
This priest will not elaborate further.
Indeed, after this battle, the other divine messengers and priests of our tribe...
They have all perished in the final battle against both humans and demons.
Despite having the worst fears in his heart, when these words were personally confirmed by the high priest,
The minds of all the powerful individuals still trembled violently, as if struck by a giant hammer.
"This...this is impossible!"
"Eleven divine messengers and eight priests..."
"Including the Great God's Messenger...all of them..."
"..."
Instantly, a chorus of suppressed gasps and incredulous whispers rose from below, causing a slight commotion.
Then,
A divine general, clad in blood-red heavy armor and with a face as resolute as a rock, suppressed the grief and fear in his heart.
He stepped forward abruptly, bowed deeply, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and asked in a hoarse voice:
High Priest!
"Excuse me... excuse me, Great Divine Envoy... he... he really also...?"
The high priest's gaze fell on this general, who was clearly a staunch supporter of the divine messenger's lineage. He remained silent for a moment, then his indifferent voice rang out again.
There seemed to be an extra, almost imperceptible, sorrow compared to before:
"The Great Divine Envoy... fought bravely and died heroically to cover the retreat of this priest and his people."
This hatred is irreconcilable!
This answer completely shattered the last glimmer of hope for the powerful members of the Divine Envoy lineage.
However, the high priest's characterization of the great god's messenger's death as "cover-up" and "sacrifice" prevented them from taking any action for the time being.
They could only suppress their endless grief and doubts deep in their hearts.
Just as other powerful individuals wanted to press for more details,
Or perhaps the priests' faction wanted to confirm the details of the other priests' deaths...
The high priest slowly raised one hand and made a "silence" gesture.
An invisible, immense pressure instantly enveloped the entire area, and all sound ceased abruptly.
"quiet!"
The high priest's voice carried an unquestionable authority.
"In this battle, our clan's divine messengers and priests were almost completely wiped out, which is heartbreaking!"
However, the Nascent Soul stage experts of both the human and demon races also suffered heavy losses, with less than one in ten surviving!
This is a lose-lose situation!
He abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply, carrying a seductive power:
"However, fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of fortune!"
Having experienced this final battle, this priest has gained many insights. The bottleneck that has plagued him for millennia is now on the verge of collapse, and a breakthrough is imminent!
With this remark,
It was like throwing a boulder into stagnant water, drawing the attention of all the powerful figures below.
Whether it is a divine general or not?
Both Situ and Situ suddenly raised their heads, their eyes flashing with shock and hope.
If the High Priest could advance further, what that would mean for the Purgatory Clan is self-evident!
The high priest took in everyone's reactions and continued in a deep voice:
"Once I break through my cultivation in seclusion, I will lead you all to crush the human and demon races, slaughter all their cultivators, and transform this world into an eternal paradise for my Purgatory Clan!"
To avenge our past humiliation and dominate this world!
Therefore, put away your sorrow and cowardice, transform this deep-seated hatred into boundless motivation, cultivate diligently, and prepare for battle!
Do you understand?!
"I'll understand later!"
"I will obey the decree of the High Priest!"
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood; we shall dominate this world!"
"..."
A thunderous roar of responses erupted.
Whether it's genuine or not?
Or is it fake?
At this moment, all the powerful members of the Purgatory Clan were inspired (or intimidated) by the blueprint drawn up by the High Priest and the powerful confidence he displayed.
The high priest nodded to himself, satisfied with the situation being under control.
What he needs is a unified will and a concentrated effort.
At the same time, a tense and urgent atmosphere permeated the air as if it were a tangible reality.
Afterwards, the group of powerful members of the Purgatory Clan who had retreated from the summit of Blood Saint Mountain returned to the temple headquarters, which symbolized the supreme power of the Purgatory Clan, with an indescribable solemnity.
The hall was deep and dark, with only the eternally burning hellfire illuminating the faces, some dignified and some gloomy.
Immediately,
Commands imbued with an unquestionable will roared forth from the depths of the temple, like bloodthirsty beasts breaking free of their shackles.
Through secret communication arrays and messengers, the messages were precisely delivered to tribes scattered throughout the vast Purgatory Continent.
As time coldly slips away, bit by bit...
The entire continent was being influenced by this invisible force.
Visibly, from tribes scattered across volcanoes, lava rivers, and dark forests,
One after another, well-equipped and imposing squads took to the air.
Like a flock of bloodthirsty crows summoned by nature, they pierced the red sky filled with the smell of sulfur.
Judging from their direction, they are converging towards the towering Blood Saint City in the center of the continent.
At the same time, a vast amount of rare spiritual materials—
Whether it's a fiery crystal mined from deep within the earth,
Or it's the bone marrow essence obtained by hunting powerful magical beasts.
Or perhaps it was some strange flowers and plants that grew in extremely yin places, all of which were carefully packaged and transported by heavy troops, forming torrents of supplies that continuously poured into the suddenly opened maw of Blood Saint City.
Almost simultaneously with the mobilization of supplies and personnel...
Another chilling force also began to move.
Groups of temple law enforcement cultivators, clad in uniform dark red armor and exuding a cold and murderous aura, marched out of the temple headquarters in an orderly fashion, like cold war machines.
Instead of entering the bustling Blood Saint City, they went straight to a desolate canyon with few people and jagged rocks not far outside the city.
These law enforcement monks silently dispersed, guarding every entrance to the canyon and every possible path, setting up both visible and hidden sentries.
Powerful divine thoughts intertwined to form an invisible net.
The entire area was completely isolated, and strangers were not allowed to approach.
Half a day later,
When the sun rose high in the sky, its intense light seemed unable to dispel the heavy atmosphere that hung over the canyon, and then a strange change occurred.
A deep hum echoed from the center of the canyon.
immediately,
A colossal array of light, flowing with dark red runes, shot into the sky.
Like an inverted giant bowl, it completely envelops and isolates the entire canyon space.
Energy flowed across the light screen, emanating a chilling sense of oppression.
quickly,
A group of "Situ" lords of the Purgatory Clan, clad in elaborate blood-red robes and exuding an aura as deep as the sea, filed out of Blood Saint City.
Ignoring the heavy guards on the outside, they walked straight through the light barrier and disappeared into it.
If any gaze could pierce through this ominous curtain of light, it would reveal a breathtaking sight:
Tens of thousands of Purgatory Clan cultivators, like busy worker ants, are working hard in the canyon.
Under the command of a group of blood-robed Situ, they transported mountains and seas of spiritual materials, constructing altars with massive foundations and bizarre structures according to specific rules and orientations.
The basic forms of these altars have already emerged.
They are not randomly distributed, but rather subtly form an extremely mysterious and massive formation that encompasses the entire canyon.
Although the altars are not yet fully completed, the energy connection between them is still very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.
But anyone with a little knowledge could see that this was no ordinary formation.
The subtle connection between the altars,
It's as if the veins of some sleeping behemoth are waiting to be fully activated.
Moreover, as time went by, the craftsmen toiled tirelessly, and altars rose from the ground at a visible speed.
The energy connection between them was also rapidly increasing, and countless imperceptible blood-red threads appeared and intertwined in the void.
This made the mysterious formation even clearer, and the fluctuations it emitted became even more unsettling.
Also within this sealed-off canyon,
Besides the clash of machinery and the buzzing of spells, the private discussions and speculations among the tens of thousands of Purgatory Clan cultivators who participated in the construction spread rapidly and suppressedly like wildfire.
Beside an altar base where intricate array patterns were being carved, several cultivators with different horns on their foreheads and dark red skin quickly approached while the overseer, Situ in his blood-red robe, was briefly out of sight.
A burly man with scars on his face rubbed the cold, calloused marks with his rough fingers, and asked in a low voice to an elderly man of his clan beside him, whose eyes gleamed with shrewdness:
"Old Jia, you've seen more of the world, traveled all over, but do you know that the temple has mobilized such a large force, summoning us to build so many altars?"
What earth-shattering event was it all about?
The elder of the Purgatory Clan, known as Old Man Jia, stopped what he was doing, glanced around warily, stroked the few sparse tendrils on his chin, and pondered:
Well…
I do have some guesses.
However, given my limited knowledge, this may not be entirely accurate. Please treat it as casual conversation and refrain from spreading it, lest you bring trouble upon yourself.
"Tell me quickly!"
The people nearby urged him on, their faces filled with curiosity and unease.
"We're all friends here, so let's just relax and relieve this damn oppressive atmosphere."
“That’s right, Brother Jia, please speak freely.”
Old Man Jia took a deep breath of the air, thick with the smells of sulfur and dust from spiritual materials, and whispered:
"Then I shall make a fool of myself."
Based on the specifications of the altars we are currently building, the quality of the spiritual materials used, and the array patterns that Lord Situ strictly required us to imprint on the core of the spiritual materials, we can speculate...
These altars are likely not independent entities, but rather components of a vast and unimaginably powerful mysterious array.
Or rather... it's one of the supporting facilities.
"Supporting facilities?" The scarred man gasped.
"What kind of formation requires so many altars as a set?"
"···"
...(End of this chapter)