In the very front of the palace, there’s a plaque with two big blood-red characters:
[Shrine]
Xiang Beifei lifted his head again, only to discover that in the dim sky, the litian spear is standing right in this palace, as if it pierced through the roof of the palace, straight up into the dark clouds above.
Zhang Yuexing walked towards the palace along the steps, and on both sides of the steps, the Netherworld river that ca in earlier was flowing upwards along the steps, right into the temple.
Xiang Beifei surveyed the surroundings as he walked towards the palace.
Entering the palace felt like walking into a cold abyss, a wave of extrely cold air ca rushing in, and faint eerie screams could be heard in the distance.
The interior of the hall was dark, shaped in a circular ring, with a diater of over two hundred ters. The center front of the ring had collapsed, surrounded by fences, and the Netherworld waters flowed through gaps in the ground towards that circle.
And at the center of this circle, the massive litian spear stood firm.
Zhang Yuexing stepped to the fence, glanced inside, and slightly furrowed his brows.
Xiang Beifei also looked down, below was a yellow pool, swirling with bizarre fragnts of flesh and bones, countless grimacing spirits struggled in the river, occasionally a face of anguish would erge, as if trying to break free from under the Netherworld.
"Troubleso, at this rate, the Human Race’s livestock sacrifices won’t suffice." Zhang Yuexing kept his gaze on the struggling spirits in the pool, looking displeased.
Xiang Beifei remained silent, without answering.
Zhang Yuexing didn’t notice Xiang Beifei’s expression, but continued watching the Netherworld Pool below. After a while, he said, "Fei Wen, bring ten people over."
Xiang Beifei glanced sideways and found that the walls of the circular hall were lined with doors, all sealed with black vines. He walked over and peered inside through the gaps between the vines.
There were people imprisoned in the dimly lit rooms!
Moreover, they were Humans!
Because there was a snowy white screen interface above each of their heads!
"It’s confird, there are Humans from Edge Corner Airspace still lingering here!"
Xiang Beifei felt his heart sink.
Upon counting, there seed to be over fifty people in one room; estimating from the length of the circular hall’s arrangent, there were at least a hundred rooms, aning at least five hundred people!
Over five hundred Humans, were captured!
Zhang Yuexing continued gazing towards the Netherworld Pool; Xiang Beifei didn’t know how to control these people, hesitated, and shouted, "All of you, co here."
But none of the people moved, as if they hadn’t heard him at all.
Xiang Beifei looked at the black vines sealed at the door, grabbed the vines with one hand.
A strange power emanated from the vines, seemingly attempting to control him, but his body quickly disguised with the sacred brilliance of the Moon God Race!
Xiang Beifei was quite familiar with the Moon God Race; relying on his unique Yin and Yang source energy mimicking ability, his brilliance was indistinguishable from the Moon God Race’s. The black vines, when illuminated by the white brilliance, also began to emit a sacred white glow, transforming into white vines.
Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!
The white vines started to wriggle, slowly retracting to both sides against the wall, revealing the jail cells.
Xiang Beifei approached the jail cells; though the light was dim, he could still make out the appearance of these people, their gazes hollow, devoid of any spark, like zombies.
Behind these people, black vines clung, rooted in their bodies, tightly controlling each person’s joints and ridians, as if manipulating a group of puppets. Even if soone entered, they rely sat silently on the ground.
He was pondering whether he could control these people, thus he approached one person and grasped the vine behind them.
The black vine, upon touching Xiang Beifei’s spiritual power, began to glow white, followed by an unusual perception flooding through him, and Xiang Beifei realized he could manipulate these people’s movents via the white vines!
These humans’ cultivation levels were noticeably weak, yet the white vines not only controlled and restrained them but also provided them with special nourishing supply.
Which ant that these humans could survive without eating or drinking, solely sustained by the white vines, though only lingering alive, their true consciousness seemingly suppressed by the white vines.
"Quickly, why are you dawdling?" Zhang Yuexing shouted from outside.
Xiang Beifei knew he couldn’t delay, hastily picked out ten people, and led them out of the jail cells.
This group consisted of n and won, old and young, the elder with full white hair, scruffy beard almost reaching his chest, hunched, appearing feeble, while the youngest seed barely fifteen or sixteen years old.
Xiang Beifei did not know what Zhang Yuexing intended to do; he had picked these people at random in haste.
The ten individuals lined up in a row, standing behind Zhang Yuexing, who withdrew his gaze from the Netherworld Pool and turned to scrutinize them.
"Have them bleed, to replenish the netherworld," Zhang Yuexing said.
"Yes."
Xiang Beifei replied heavily.
He had no options. Not to ntion that he couldn’t fight Zhang Yuexing here; in the face of the litian spear, he dared not act rashly.
Xiang Beifei scanned these people, noticing their arms were already covered with nurous scars, so freshly healed, others reopened, blending new and old wounds together.
And by their wrists, there were white vines, extrely sharp, like blades.
Seeing this blade-like vine, Xiang Beifei knew what to do.
He directed these people to the edge of the railing, hesitating for a mont before commanding the vines to slash new wounds on their wrists.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From each of the ten people’s wrists, fresh blood flowed. Their faces visibly flinched, clearly feeling the pain, with so even trembling slightly, unable to endure the agony.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Blood poured like rain, dripping into the Netherworld Pool below.
The resentful souls churning within seed to catch the scent of blood and grew more frantic, struggling more vigorously. So souls even climbed halfway out of the water, but the netherworld water had a mbrane-like barrier, firmly trapping them.
Zhang Yuexing continued watching the Netherworld Pool, while Xiang Beifei focused on these human beings, his heart heavy.
Most of those imprisoned here were captured alive. Judging by their physical conditions, so seed to have been imprisoned for decades, like that old man whose face was almost completely obscured by white hair, his arms mangled. By Xiang Beifei’s estimation, he had been confined for at least thirty years!
Others had been imprisoned for ten years, so only for a year or two.
Perhaps every day they lived like puppets, injecting their blood into the Netherworld Pool, sustained by the vine’s nutrients, slowly regaining strength, only to be summoned to bleed again.
How many tis had this happened, no one knew.
Xiang Beifei clenched his fists.
Thud!
As Xiang Beifei pondered, the old man swayed, taking a step back, unable to stand steady, and collapsed onto the ground. Sitting there panting heavily, his thin arms’ wounds had turned pallid, no blood flowing out.
Zhang Yuexing frowned slightly, looking at him coldly.
"Hmph! This old beast seems to have run dry of blood."
He treated this human elder purely as livestock.
Xiang Beifei imdiately said, "Then I’ll take him back to regain his strength and bring him next ti."
"Take him back? Are you an idiot? This human has no value left. Kill him and grind him into bone fragnts to pour into the Netherworld Pool," Zhang Yuexing ordered.
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Xiang Beifei was montarily stunned.
Zhang Yuexing squinted, saying, "If you won’t, must I do it myself? Hurry up; I need a living sacrifice for today’s ritual, and it’s him! I’m going to activate the sacrificial formation, and you be quick about it!"
He reached out abruptly, tearing the white vine from the old man’s back!
The vine’s roots withdrew from the old man’s back joint, bringing a trickle of blood, causing him to scream in pain, curling up on the ground. His back was riddled with holes, all bloody, but drained of any blood to give.
"Fine."
Xiang Beifei responded in a low voice, turning around to face the defenseless old man lying on the ground, clenching his fists.
He had to kill him!
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