Even though this scene confirmed some of Wang Baole's previous guesses and judgments, he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This millstone was simply too big. It was divided into two halves. The lower half was still, while the upper half was connected to the nine handles. At this moment, as it rotated, it rubbed against the lower half of the millstone, producing a loud rumbling sound that seemed to be able to crush everything. At the same time, when he thought of the two ferocious beasts that were as tall as the sky, it wasn't difficult to imagine that these nine massive beasts' corpses were driven by some kind of power to pull the nine giant wooden handles in this world of corpses. They kept running around, providing the millstone with crushing force!
There must be chains on their bodies. As long as they were a little slower, the chains would flash with runes and turn into invisible whips that kept them moving forward as if there was no end.
Such a move shocked the soul!
Wang Baole's eyes instinctively narrowed. He squatted on the giant tree and looked at the millstone. He also noticed that below the millstone that was floating in midair, countless corpses were piled up into mountains. A large number of withered puppets were quickly dragging the corpses and throwing them into the millstone one by one.
As the millstone continued to rotate, the corpses that were thrown in were instantly crushed into powder without exception. Only pitch-black flesh would occasionally flow along the walls of the millstone, while the majority of the corpses disappeared into the millstone as if they had been swallowed by the millstone.
All of this made Wang Baole's sense of strangeness towards the Never-Ending Clan battleship increase by another thirty percent. It was only after a long while that he slowly calmed down and moved forward carefully. As he got closer and closer to the millstone, and as the rumbling in his ears grew louder and louder, Wang Baole also saw that there was a depression in the center of the millstone!
There was a figure sitting cross-legged in this depression!
The figure's size was insignificant compared to the entire millstone, so Wang Baole didn't notice it previously. Only when he got closer did he see clearly that it was a Never-Ending Clan cultivator!
However, it was difficult to tell whether he was dead or alive. The cultivator's eyes were closed on three of his heads, and his six arms hung down by his side. He seemed to be meditating, but at the same time, he seemed to be in a cross-legged position right before he died. There was no sign of life coming from his body. Instead, there was an aura of death around him, and it formed numerous corpse puppets.
Looking at this Never-Ending Clan cultivator, Wang Baole did not act rashly. Although he was worried about Zhao Yameng and the others, as well as the danger of this trip, and did not know how to escape, he understood that since he was here, being anxious was the most useless emotion.
Therefore, Wang Baole gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress his anxiety. Calmness appeared in his eyes as he squatted down and observed the millstone. He wanted to observe it for a long time and see if there were any flaws.
Just like that, time passed slowly. Wang Baole was very patient. He observed for seven days.
During these seven days, he had noticed that the giant log he was on had made a complete circle around the millstone. At the same time, he had also recorded the approximate frequency of the millstone crushing the corpses. However, these were not very useful. During these seven days, the millstone was like an extremely precise machine. It did not stop at all. Everything was repeated over and over again.
Whether it was the puppets transporting the corpses or the Never-Ending Clan cultivators sitting cross-legged on the millstone, it was the same. It was as if time had already passed on them forever.
If this continues, I won't be able to get close at all, let alone destroy this altar … Wang Baole frowned. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart again and continued to wait. This time, it was not as long as before. In just three days, there were some changes.
It wasn't the millstone or the puppet that was changing, but the entire world of corpses. Because Wang Baole was at a high altitude, he could see further. In his eyes, the heavens and earth in the distance gradually turned red. It was as if there was a red mist rolling and surging rapidly!
There were also loud rumbling sounds coming from all directions. From where Wang Baole was, he could faintly see a black mass on the ground in the distance. It was charging towards him!
"That is …" Wang Baole's eyes narrowed. He was familiar with this scene. That red fog was formed by the pollen of the Demonic Green Poria Flower. And that black mass on the ground … it was not difficult to guess that it was … the countless corpses!
"Could it be that every once in a while, a storm like this will form on the altar and attract all the corpses here under the influence of the pollen?!" Wang Baole's face flickered as he looked down at the mountain of corpses below the altar. Then he looked off into the distance, and his suspicions were confirmed. He couldn't help but get more anxious.
At the same time, the ground quaked, and an aura of death that shocked Wang Baole erupted out from the ground. One of the corpses was an enormous crocodile, rotting and rotting. However, its energy surged as it followed the other corpses.
There were quite a few other powerful entities like this crocodile in the world of corpses, and as they revealed their auras, it was a shocking sensation of crisis!
Currently, the world of corpses seemed to be under the influence of some strange power. All of the Demonic Green Poria Flowers were in full bloom, releasing their pollen, which transformed into a red fog that caused all of the corpses to converge on the altar.
At this critical juncture, Wang Baole couldn't continue squatting there. Instead, he crept closer to the altar. He was well aware that once the corpses gathered, they would notice him due to the influence of the red fog. Then, the scene of him drowning in a sea of corpses would most likely repeat itself.
When that happened, he would most likely die. The only way out was the altar up ahead. Therefore, even though the altar was dangerous, Wang Baole had no other choice.
"I shouldn't have come here!" Wang Baole's expression was unsightly. As he hurried forward, his expression suddenly flickered, and he looked down at the mountain of corpses below the tree. For some reason, the puppets moving the corpses hadn't noticed, but Wang Baole could clearly see that there were more than forty figures on one of the mountains, cautiously approaching the altar!
Wang Baole was familiar with these figures. They were Feng Qiuran, Zhao Yameng, Kongdao, Xu Ming, Lu Yun, and four or five Yuanying cultivators.
"How long have they been hiding here?" Wang Baole paused and glanced around. He noticed that Feng Qiuran was holding a gemstone that emitted a five-colored light. He fell into deep thought. Obviously, these people were led by Feng Qiuran. After Feng Qiuran used some unknown method, she could conceal herself to a certain extent and not be detected by the puppets.
"They should have been here for a long time. Just like me, they chose to observe. However, because of the outbreak of pollen in this world of corpses, they have no choice but to move forward!" Wang Baole immediately came to this conclusion. At the same time, he carefully looked at Zhao Yameng and Kongdao in the crowd.
Seeing that the two of them were safe and sound, Wang Baole sighed in relief. He could see that although the people below were haggard, there were no injuries. Obviously, although the journey was full of twists and turns, with Feng Qiuran's Soul Conduit realm cultivation, it was more daunting than dangerous. However, due to the pressure of the giant tree itself and the place where Wang Baole was in an area that no one could imagine, although he saw everyone, Feng Qiuran and the others below did not notice Wang Baole.
At this moment, everyone was cautious, and Wang Baole did not call out to them. Therefore, while he paid attention to the movements of Feng Qiuran and the others, he also slowly walked forward.
Just like this, both sides approached the altar from two positions above and below. Finally, as the rumbling of the pollen grew stronger and the ground trembled, the countless corpses drew closer and closer, and both sides reached the edge of the altar at the same time!
As soon as they arrived, the smell of blood assaulted their nostrils. There was also a pressure that prevented the living from entering, which enveloped everyone's minds. Many of the cultivators below, even with Feng Qiuran's protection, trembled in fear. Wang Baole's expression also changed, and he lowered his head to look at Feng Qiuran again.
The moment he looked over, Feng Qiuran suddenly raised her hand, formed a seal, and pointed. A dazzling talisman paper slowly floated out of her storage bag. This talisman paper seemed to have existed for a long time, and it exuded an incomparably ancient aura and a shocking pressure. It even gave Wang Baole the feeling that he was looking at a Planet realm elite, and his breathing quickened.
At this moment, Feng Qiuran suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. When the blood landed on the talisman paper, it instantly burst into flames, and a firebird flew out from it. This firebird's entire body was made of flames. After it appeared, it let out a cry that reverberated through the heavens and the earth, and it headed straight for the millstone!
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