Zhang Yu walked up the stone stairs to the top of the altar.
The Son of God that was killed just now claimed to be the Son of Plague, so the altar he was guarding should very likely belong to the God of Plague.
But as far as he knew, the God of Plague should have been in the north fighting a decisive battle with the Xuanfu, so there must be some purpose for him to deliberately leave a Son of God here.
It should be known that this place was only a little more than a day's journey from Auspicious Light City, so the two places were too close. Since he was already here, he had to find a way to understand this matter.
At the top of the altar, there was a tall temple made of stone, but the grand appearance did not match. There was only a small stone door in front of it, which seemed to be only big enough for one person to pass through.
He didn't feel anything strange in his heart lake, so he lowered his head slightly and stepped through the stone door.
A corridor appeared in front of him, and on both sides were ancient mummies holding axes and spears. The weapons were made of obsidian, and the handles should have come from some kind of unique plant, so they were still in good condition.
Seeing this, he could already confirm that this was the style of Kuluinqi. It seemed that this place was indeed related to the God of Plague.
When he first found out that the idol he obtained might be the God of Plagues, he tried to investigate the origin of this god.
Interestingly, he found that this God of Plague, in fact, he had already learned about it when he studied ancient natural history.
In fact, the spread of this God was very widespread. It was an epic that was spread among many tribes, divided into two parts.
The title of God of Plague was given to him by his believers in the past few decades.
The God of Plague's original name was Imitri. He used to live in the east of the Anshan Mountains, and was a young king of a prosperous ancient country called Kuluinqi in the depths of the continent. His country once fought with the Blood Sun Ancient Kingdom, and was destroyed by the latter.
The king took the last of his people and fled into the depths of the rainforest. In order to take revenge, he prayed to many Gods for power. A God called "Ingod" answered him, and from then on, he had divine power and the ability to create descendants.
He used a hundred years to create powerful weapons, and produced a thousand descendants with divine power. Then he took his descendants and launched a war of revenge against the Blood Sun God Council.
But in the end, they still failed. In order to kill him, the Blood Sun God Council threw him into the Hellfire, and used the flames and lava there to burn his body.
But before the war, Imitri had left his left little finger to his wife called "Sumida". This woman went to Mount Kilis, and prayed to a Goddess there to get the "world's Clay Basin", and created Imitri's body. When she finally put her left little finger, Imitri was reborn.........
However, this new body did not have any memories of the past, so it did not recognize his wife.
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In the end, Sumida used her own sacrifice to awaken her husband's memories, and "Imitri" completed his revenge in grief, and destroyed the Blood Sun God Council.
At the end of the epic, Imitri stepped on the Heaven Ladder to go to the location of the "Supreme", and tried to find his wife in there.
Zhang Yu recalled this poem, and his feet had already reached the end of the corridor, and arrived at the inner layer. It looked like a hall used for sacrifices, and there was a spacious space, but there was nothing in the surroundings.
However, his footsteps paused as he looked ahead.
He could feel that at the end of the path, behind the last wall, there was a stream of heat drifting out from there.
His heart was moved, and he walked forward. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, then took two steps back. The light on his body suddenly soared, and he raised his fist and knocked on the wall.
A loud sound came from the hall.
A moment later, a cracking sound could be heard. With his fist as the center, cracks began to spread outwards. In the end, the entire wall collapsed with a loud bang.
Zhang Yu looked over. This was an extremely spacious hall, and there was a statue of a god that was as tall as an ordinary person. It looked extremely ugly, but it looked exactly the same as the one he had bought on the Great Fortune.
The God of Plague!
After the wall collapsed, a stream of heat drifted out from the statue and surged toward him.
He also smelled the stench of blood here. With a sweep of his gaze, he noticed that behind the statue, there was actually a small hill of living corpses piled up, and all of them were spiritual creatures.
The whole statue was shrouded in a layer of faint blood light.
He focused his eyes. There was only one possibility for such a sacrifice.
Divine power transfer!
This was very likely a transfer location set up by the God of Plague, and this statue was the body that he wanted to possess after descending.
EsGod's body was not chosen randomly. In order to be able to withstand the existence of divine power, it was usually made of special materials and had to undergo a long period of sacrifice and worship.
Only when there was no other choice would a god choose to use a human body as a substitute. However, this was not the worst. In fact, there was another method that was even worse …
After realizing this, Zhang Yu immediately took out the Golden Sealing Bracelet from his pocket, removed the buckle, and put it back in place. He quickly walked forward, took off his gloves, and pressed his hand on the statue's forehead.
In an instant, the heat waves rolled over and continuously moved into his body. In his eyes, there were also countless tiny electric sparks that kept flashing.
After an unknown amount of time, the Origin Energy within the statue was completely absorbed by him. Then, with a loud bang, it shattered into countless pieces. After falling to the ground, it scattered into powder.
However, before he could check how much he had gained this time, the entire temple suddenly reverberated with a loud tremor, accompanied by a series of angry roars.
The ancient corpses standing on both sides of the corridor all shattered into dust, and debris kept falling from the ceiling.
At the same time, the surrounding walls were also emitting a faint light.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu immediately determined that the other party's divine power was being transferred to this altar. However, he did not know where the other party's divine power would go without the statue.
Because he saw that the divine temple was shaking endlessly, the tremors becoming more and more intense, he withdrew his steps, quickly retreating from this place, moreover arriving on the spacious platform outside.
When he went outside, he found that other than the altar in front of him, there were several other lights soaring in the distance. However, they were not as grand as this one, and they had emerged from the ground. He immediately reacted. There should be a few smaller altars below.
Soon, he saw the soil on the ground being lifted up, and then a few dried corpses crawled out. As they moved, their internal organs and blood vessels grew out of their shriveled skin. Their muscles gradually filled up, and their skin went from wrinkles to smooth and moist again.
There were a total of five people who appeared, two men and three women. They all had handsome faces. After they came out, colorful patterns appeared on their healthy bodies, emerging from their ankles and spreading all the way to their cheeks, replacing the cover of their clothes.
At this moment, he heard the sound of firm and powerful footsteps from the temple that he had just exited. He turned around and saw a tall and sturdy young man holding two stone axes walking out from the temple.
He had a typical appearance of the ancient people of Anshan. His facial features were soft, but the outline of his face was very clear. He also had thick and slender black eyebrows. His eyes were deep and melancholic, and his muscles were full and coordinated. His entire person exuded a strange charm.
Zhang Yu unsheathed his sword, his sleeves fluttering, and stood in front of this person. He spoke in the 'Kulinda' language: "Imitri?"
The young man's footsteps suddenly stopped, his face revealing a look of reminiscence and reminiscence. His deep eyes seemed to become even more melancholic. He looked at Zhang Yu and said in a magnetic voice: "It has been a long time since someone called me by this name. You are the first person in several thousand years, Tianxia."
At this time, the five handsome men and women jumped up and landed around Zhang Yu, looking at him with unkind eyes.
One of them said: "Father, it's these people of Tianxia again."
"Yes, it seems like they are everywhere."
"I can feel his vast vitality and spirituality. This is a powerful divine descendant."
"Father, after killing him, can I use his beautiful skin to make my clothes?"
Zhang Yu held Xia Sword and stood there with a calm expression, not moved by these threatening words at all. He said indifferently, "Do you know why you can always meet people of Tianxia?"
The young man seemed to be curious about this question and thought seriously for a moment before asking, "Why?"
Zhang Yu looked up at him and slowly said, "Because what you are standing on is Tianxia's territory, and what is above your heads is Tianxia's sky!"
Just as his voice fell, there was a sudden sound, as if something had suddenly pierced through the air. A long sword flickering with flowing flames fell from the sky, and with a thud, it stabbed into the ground in front of the young man.
In midair, a young Daoist wearing a green Daoist robe floated there, surrounded by flames. He glanced at the few EsGods below and then looked at Zhang Yu. "Junior Brother, I'm not too late, right?"
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