"The Centennial Feast is about to begin once again."
"Yes, another hundred years has passed. This ti, I am determined to seize more opportunities."
A voice filled with fierce energy replied.
"It’s ti. The Immortal Court—I intend to claim it as my own." Another voice, strong and resonant like a symphony of tones, echoed through the air.
"Will we perform the blood sacrifice again, using human flesh and their spirit blood?"
"This Centennial Feast is different from the past ones. They say it will revive the glory of ten thousand years ago. Our chance has co."
"We must be careful not to attract that person’s attention."
"Once I acquire the body of the Dark God, that person will be no threat. The first thing I will do when I escape is kill him!"
"Ridiculous. The one who will gain the body of the Dark God should be ."
"No, it will be ."
"It’s !"
The voices clashed and argued deep within the Immortal Palace. anwhile, those scattered throughout its many corners had no idea that their actions were already being watched by certain beings.
Amidst the argunts, one violent voice retreated, its soul returning to its domain, where it opened its sinister eyes with indifference.
Below it, a few minions knelt, all spirits in form, though far stronger than the usual ones outside. Each kept its head lowered, genuinely submitting to the spirit seated on the throne.
"Relay my command: the Feast has begun. Hunt down the human disciples with all your might. This year, I shall claim the most token."
"Yes, Master," replied the powerful spirits, bowing before they exited the grand hall one by one.
At the sa ti, other powerful leaders issued their own commands to hunt down the humans and seize their token.
The cultivators soon noticed the spirits were becoming increasingly frenzied. Each ti they appeared, they did so in dozens, and later, they not only attacked but also stole the humans’ storage artifacts.
"Senior Brother, these spirits are incredibly strong, and there are just so many of them. It’s getting harder and harder to deal with them."
Wonsun Zhou looked distressed. While these spirits weren’t significantly stronger than them individually, their elusive nature made them difficult to kill.
"This situation is suspicious," Jirandai Tang replied, frowning. "The sudden increase in spirits is either because their leaders discovered our intrusion and intend to eliminate us, or they are pursuing so hidden motives."
Jirandai Tang was puzzled by the sudden swarm of spirits, especially since they were still on the outskirts.
"The first possibility seems less likely; they would have difficulty reaching the outskirts. The second option seems more plausible."
"What could the purpose of these spirits be? After all, their strength increases after consuming cultivators. Could that be their goal?" one of the junior disciples speculated.
Junior disciple Nan hesitated for a mont, "Co to think of it, I saw sothing strange before."
"What happened? Quick, tell us!" Everyone’s attention imdiately focused on him.
"I saw a spirit kill a cultivator, then take away the cultivator’s storage bag."
Killing soone and looting the spoils was quite normal in the outside world, but when it ca to spirits, it felt off and dissonant.
"I understand now," Jirandai Tang suddenly said.
"What do you understand, Senior Brother?" everyone asked.
"I have a pretty good idea of what these spirits are after. If I’m not wrong, they’re likely after the token we carry."
At the sa ti, Renshu Chang asked a similar question.
"What would the spirits want with the token?"
"To be more precise, the spirits refer to the token as ’inscribed tokens.’ These tokens seem to have so special benefit for them, which is why, every ti soone enters the Immortal Palace, these spirits begin to snatch the inscribed tokens from the humans," Jinhwa Hou replied, shrugging.
"But what exactly do these tokens do for them?"
"That’s sothing we don’t know. In previous cycles, no one has ever figured it out. It’s said that powerful spirits guard the deeper parts of the Immortal Palace, which is why no one dares to venture too far into it."
Renshu Chang suddenly asked an unrelated question, "Do you think Martial Uncle would dare to go in?"
"Uh, that’s hard to say. I think, based on your Martial Uncle’s personality, he might actually try," Jinhwa Hou said, no longer daring to underestimate Kenny Lin.
Renshu Chang was left speechless, as he felt that such a thing would be entirely in character for Martial Uncle.
In a corner of the Immortal Palace, specifically in a dium-sized palace just below Kenny Lin’s position:
"What’s going on? Why are so many spirits flooding in?"
Seonho Ming stared at the endless stream of spirits coming in, his face turning pale.
"Sothing must have happened up there. Let’s kill as many spirits as we can, then find a place to hide," Temujin Lei said without hesitation, imdiately summoning the Eight Gods Sword.
The violent aura from the Eight Gods Sword had a noticeable effect on the spirits.
The spirits they killed dropped several soul pearls to the ground.
Seonho Ming looked at the soul pearls, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
These soul pearls were incredibly effective for them. After absorbing a dozen or so, he could already feel the long-stagnant bottleneck in his cultivation loosening.
He was confident that, with more soul pearls, he would soon break through to the next stage.
Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
A sharp, ear-piercing scream suddenly ca from another direction.
The sound grew louder and closer, accompanied by a strong sense of impending danger.
"This is bad. It looks like even stronger spirits are coming," Seonho Ming’s expression changed dramatically.
"Retreat, now," Temujin Lei made a swift decision.
"But what about the soul pearls?" Seonho Ming was reluctant to leave behind the soul pearls that had dropped from the spirits they killed.
However, there were too many blue-grade spirits pouring in, and there was no chance to collect them.
Reviews
All reviews (0)