Thousand Leaves Mountain stood tall, piercing right into the heavens, reminiscent of a javelin.
"It's said that this mountain was formed when Kong Shi fought with a Celestial back then," Ancient Sage Mo Ling said as they flew upward.
Zhang Xuan couldn't help but marvel at the workmanship of nature.
The group swiftly arrived at the top of the mountain. It was a flat land with a radius of roughly thirty mu. At the very center of the land was a circular stone platform with a diameter of roughly three meters. From afar, it looked like a natural altar.
"This is where we communicate with the heavens?"
Zhang Xuan asked with a frown.
Sovereign Chen Yong nodded weakly.
"What kind of sacrificial ritual do we need? Seeing how the other party was behaving in such a manner, Zhang Xuan felt that it was inappropriate for him to say anything more.
Sovereign Chen Ling had sacrificed countless medicinal herbs, ores, and precious items … On top of that, he had sacrificed the lives of over a hundred thousand cultivators in order to tear open the spatial barrier and summon the 'god'. It would not be that easy for him to meet Luo Ruoxin.
"There's no need for that. I've already prepared the sacrificial ritual."
Sovereign Chen Yong turned to Liu Yang and said.
Liu Yang nodded. He walked up to the stone platform and waited for a moment before the Sempiternal realm expert whom he had instructed earlier walked up to him and passed him a storage ring.
With a flick of his wrist, he took out a bunch of golden flags and planted them around the stone platform.
"Let's begin!"
After doing this, Liu Yang issued an order.
The Sempiternal realm expert nodded before leaving the area. Roughly two hours later, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly turned around and saw eight rays of light shooting out from each of the eight directions. It was as if they were attracted by the formation flags on the stone platform, and they were swiftly converging on it.
"Those are the Eight Imperial Ancestral Temples. Tens of thousands of people are reporting to the heavens at the same time.
Ancient Sage Mo Ling swiftly came to a realization.
"Imperial Ancestral Temple?"
"That's the place where the Otherworldly Demons worship their ancestors. Every time a ritual is held, there has to be someone to preside over it. Only Sovereign Chen Yong is able to gather so many Otherworldly Demons to worship their ancestors at the same time. It's impossible for anyone else to do so!"
Ancient Sage Mo Ling explained.
Zhang Xuan suddenly understood.
Previously, the other party had said that he would have to kill Sovereign Chen Ling and Sovereign Chen Xing to obtain the support of the entire Otherworldly Demonic Tribe before he could complete the ritual. From the looks of it, that was indeed the case.
Such a large-scale ritual was not something that could be completed by one or two people.
Most likely, it was the Sempiternal realm expert whom Liu Yang had instructed to prepare those items.
The eight rays of light converged on the formation flag, and the stone platform quickly turned into a warm color. Like a mirror, it gathered the rays of light and shone them vertically into the sky.
"It's my turn …"
Sovereign Chen Yong walked over to the center of the room and sat down cross-legged.
Seeing his actions, Liu Yang's eyes reddened.
"I, Wu Chen, am willing to offer my life as a sacrifice. I pray to the heavens and beg to see the Spirit God …"
Rumble!
Along with those words, a ball of flames seemed to have appeared within Sovereign Chen Yong's body. It blazed furiously, devouring Zhang Xuan in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Xuan's expression changed.
He had thought that the ritual would only require the payment of treasures, but who could have thought that it would require the sacrifice of Sovereign Chen Yong's life?
Even though Sovereign Chen Yong was severely injured and might not be able to survive the ordeal, he was still unwilling to see Sovereign Chen Yong sacrificing himself to meet Lozosy.
Zhang Xuan swiftly walked up to Sovereign Chen Yong and shrouded him with his Heaven's Path zhenqi.
"Stop!"
He wanted to meet Lozosy, but he didn't want to see his life spilled.
He didn't want to owe anyone anything, even if it was just a little bit. This was his principle.
Ignoring the Heaven's Path zhenqi that Zhang Xuan was pouring into him, Sovereign Chen Yong replied with a smile, "I don't have much time left anyway. I'm more than willing to serve the Young Master!"
Sovereign Chen Yong's expression remained unchanged, as if what was burning around him was not fire but a hot spring.
It was easy for cultivators to self-detonate as they would not have to worry about pain or torment. However, to sacrifice one's own body and allow the flames to burn one's body from the inside out, it was as if one was enduring the torture of a thousand cuts … That was the most excruciating pain.
"I'll find a way to meet Ruoxin myself …"
Zhang Xuan felt an indescribable pain in his heart as he waved his hand. Since Sovereign Chen Yong was unwilling, he would destroy the stone altar and the formation flags to stop the ritual.
He didn't want to accept a ritual that required one's life.
However, before he could do anything, a powerful aura suddenly descended from the sky and shrouded Sovereign Chen Yong.
Under the powerful aura, the flames burning around Sovereign Chen Yong's body slowly began to extinguish. At the same time, life slowly returned to his weakened body and soul.
Hong long!
It was as if a giant gate had appeared between the heavens and the earth. A figure appeared on the altar. It was incomparably tall, and it was as if it could support the heavens and earth. It exuded an inviolable might.
"Ruoxin …"
Zhang Xuan hurriedly turned his gaze over, only to be stunned. "Who are you?"
The Spirit God that had appeared wasn't Lozosy but an unfamiliar person.
Be it her aura or her eyes, Zhang Xuan was certain that he had never seen her before.
"The Spirit God has already returned to where she belongs. I am only her servant!"
The figure turned around to look at Zhang Xuan and said, "You must be Zhang Xuan, right?"
Zhang Xuan clenched his fists tightly together.
Before Zhang Xuan could say a word, the figure in the air turned to him and said with an impassive voice, "Before the Spirit God left, she told me that if I needed any help, I could lend her a hand. However, I would like to remind you that the Spirit God is an esteemed figure. She isn't someone a mere mortal like you can dream of meeting. I advise you to give up on such thoughts. Otherwise, you'll only be harming yourself! "
Hong long!
Even though Zhang Xuan possessed the strength of a Blood Reincarnation realm expert, he still felt as if the blood in his body had been sealed, rendering him unable to retaliate at all.
Even though the other party was just an illusory figure, she was already far stronger than the 'god' that Sovereign Chen Ling had summoned.
"There's no need for you to worry about me! You just need to tell me who the Spirit God is and where she is … "
"Of course, the Spirit God lives in the Spirit God Palace. Alright, that's all I have to say. If you can break free from the Shackles of Space and meet me like Kong Shi, I'll tell you where she is. If you can't do that, you can forget about it. "
With a cold harrumph, the figure flung her sleeves, and the light around her began to fade.
"Hold it for a moment!" Zhang Xuan raised his head.
The figure paused for a moment.
"Didn't the Spirit God tell you that if I needed any help, you could lend her a hand?" Zhang Xuan asked.
The figure frowned, but she still nodded. "That's right. However, I'll only lend you a hand once. You'll have to think carefully about your request. Don't waste this opportunity. "
"I've made up my mind!" Zhang Xuan waved his hand and said, "Wu Chen is the attendant of the Spirit God. He's severely injured, and he could die at any moment. I beseech you to lend him a hand."
"Young Master …"
Sovereign Chen Yong's eyes reddened.
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