Chapter 1512: Revised: Chapter 927: Stone Coffin Altar_2
The Butcher spoke again, his smile unshaken, completely different from the absolutely ruthless figure who once killed Kings as easily as chopping vegetables, like slaughtering pigs. He seed like a sunny uncle from next door.
“Just as you say, senior.” The old quasi-King nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken, showing utmost respect.
Speaking of seniority, the Butcher was likely older and more ancient than his father, who would also need to show respect if he were present.
“Take to the eroded area.”
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Butcher wasted no ti and got straight to the point.
His words were concise and forceful, leaving no room for doubt.
The old quasi-King quickly responded and respectfully led the way.
They traversed the desolate lands of the Frontier Wilderness, heading toward the area eroded by mysterious power.
Along the way, all they saw was desolation and decay. The once vibrant scenery had been replaced by darkness and stillness, as if an invisible force had sucked the life out of the world, leaving everything in ruins.
Yet within that desolation, there was an eerie, incongruous vitality that was indescribable.
As they ventured deeper, only the old quasi-King and the Butcher remained. Others dared not go further to avoid contamination and were allowed to return.
The air grew thick with an oppressive and eerie aura, causing the Butcher to frown.
Although it was not his first encounter with such powers, each ti he faced them, he could feel their profound terror.
It was a force capable of eroding the soul and twisting the will, affecting anyone not strong enough.
The Butcher’s heart was montarily alert; this mysterious power was indeed terrifying.
Beyond the directly eroded and polluted zone lay an area of influence, forming a broader domain that was perilous for the weak.
“Senior, it’s right here.”
At that mont, the old quasi-King stopped and pointed to an area shrouded in darkness.
The residual eerie power there even made the air visibly twist, like distorted ti and space, shocking those who witnessed it.
Now here, the old quasi-King cautiously retreated a few steps, not daring to approach further.
A step forward would lead directly into the polluted area. With his strength, he could only withstand half a quarter of an hour, facing either death or madness.
The Butcher nodded but said nothing, retrieving a small Array Plate from his pocket.
The Array Plate emitted a faint glow, covered in complex runes. At the back was a rune resembling an eyeball, now seemingly alive, rotating continuously as if observing the dark area ahead.
“This mysterious land is ominous, and the Adult has been monitoring it closely.
However, the source of this mysterious power is intricate, even for the Adult who is almighty, it is difficult to find a thod to eradicate it completely within a short ti.
Thus, as a compromise, he specifically sent with a formation to contain it. The formation I hold is the Eight Desolate Prison Sky Array.
Although it cannot remove the source, it can halt the spread of this mysterious land, so normally, it only needs monitoring.”
The Butcher explained.
As his voice fell.
He waved his hand gently, causing the Array Plate to hover in the air, slowly rotating and releasing visible waves that expanded outward, soon encompassing the entire eerie region.
After finishing this, the Butcher imdiately rushed into the mysterious land.
The old quasi-King was left alone, unsure whether to follow or stay behind.
Fortunately, he knew his own limits.
After a few seconds of deliberation, he decisively chose to stay put.
The dying sun bathed the sky in blood red, its rays gradually fading, leaving only a fiery glow on the horizon.
The Butcher’s actions continued until dusk, with no sign of him erging, causing the old quasi-King to grow anxious, not daring to leave despite wanting to.
This was the Butcher, who slaughtered Kings like pigs, known for his unpredictable temper and solitary, eccentric nature.
What if the Butcher ca out as he left? How would he handle the anger for being disrespectful?
At this mont, the old quasi-King realized he had been waiting nearly a whole day, yet the mysterious land had not expanded, remaining the sa size.
He was instantly overjoyed, certain that the thods brought by the Holy Land’s envoy were effective.
But soon he was puzzled; since the spread had been contained, why hadn’t the Butcher erged?
Could it be that he encountered danger after setting up the formation?
With his limited strength, he could only worry, planning to rush to the Holy Land and et the True Emperor if the Butcher didn’t return by the end of the day.
anwhile, the Butcher charged deeper into the mysterious land.
The formation bestowed by the Adult consisted of a Token and a Command Flag.
The Token had been set.
Only the Command Flag needed to be planted at the center of the mysterious land.
The Butcher moved like lightning, disappearing into the darkness-shrouded area.
His figure was faintly visible in the twisted air, as if about to be swallowed by the eerie land.
The deeper he went, the more terrifying the surroundings beca.
Within the darkness, countless unseen eyes seed to be watching his every move, and he could feel a chilling breath entering his internal organs, reaching the depths of his heart.
But the Butcher remained unfazed, his strength solid, undefeated beneath the Emperor Realm, with few Immortal Kings capable of matching him, let alone defeating him. He faced only common beings contaminated by the mysterious power, no more challenging than the Supre, True Immortal class, unworthy of fear.
The Butcher lived up to his na, charging forward without restraint, relying on his formidable strength.
When encountering beings audacious enough to spy on him, he swung his large hand, striking toward them.
Instantly, it seed like countless bright suns were bursting forth, dispersing the gloomy mist and clearing the dim atmosphere.
The daring eyes fled in terror, so slow ones evaporating into smoke.
The Butcher did not pursue them; these dark beings were endless.
In regions polluted by higher levels of mysterious power, these dark beings would reincarnate elsewhere even if slain.
Just as the Butcher planted the Command Flag and fully activated the formation, a strong disturbance arose ahead.
The Butcher frowned and quickened his pace toward the source.
Outside, he could traverse hundreds of thousands of miles in a step, but here the dense mist obstructed everything, requiring more ti.
Upon reaching the disturbance, he saw an enormous fissure lying before him, with dim light flickering within, seemingly connecting to another unknown world.
Around him, black mist surged like raging tides, obscuring everything.
The Butcher stared at the fissure, feeling a strong sense of danger.
After careful consideration, he gritted his teeth, taking a step without hesitation into the depths of the fissure.
Inside the fissure, space was even more distorted, making the Butcher feel as if engulfed in chaos.
Once again, those shadowy eyes appeared, bloodthirsty and cold. The Butcher disliked this feeling, suddenly producing a butcher’s knife.
Long and sharp, the blade glowed, its handle firm and ancient, powerful. The blade was surrounded by a red light, ford from the blood of top beings from each race massacred by this knife, and after stepping into The Boundary Sea, it bore King blood.
Invisible knife light swept across, creating a barely detectable mark in the black mist, causing the blood-red eyes to fall like dumplings.
Who knew how far he had descended.
The surroundings grew increasingly indistinct, chaotic, even blinding him sowhat.
After an indeterminate ti, the Butcher finally felt solid ground beneath his feet.
He frowned, realizing the abyss’s depth was beyond imagination, capable of burying countless planets.
At the abyss’s bottom, everything beca clear.
He saw a colossal structure ahead.
It resembled a shrine dedicated to a deity.
Each corner had a red lacquered wooden pillar.
In the center lay a stone coffin.
On the stone coffin were an Incense Burner, a black finger bone, and a dark broken tooth.
The Butcher squinted, realizing sothing, his face suddenly changing.
This was no stone coffin, but a sacrificial altar!
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