Boom!
The decayed wooden door of the shrine shattered under the combined strike of the group.
The smell of blood rushed over them, instantly overwhelming everyone’s senses.
Inside the door was not the anticipated ambush, but a hair-raising silence of hell.
What lay before them were dense piles of bodies.
All dressed in Japanese attire, with men, women, and children alike.
They didn’t die by blades or spells, their postures were bizarre to the point of suffocation.
Everyone faced the depths of the shrine, bodies leaning forward collapsed.
On their faces was a frozen, nearly fanatical, twisted grin, mouths stretched to the ears, hollow eye sockets seemed to stare in the same direction.
More horrifying, their hands were all uniformly held to their chests, fingers tightly locked, like devout sacrificial followers, cradling their own slightly twitching hearts!
Thick blood had long soaked the decaying wooden floor, congealing into dark red stains.
The whole shrine interior was immersed in a bone-chilling dead silence.
"Tss..." Even the veteran experts of the Mystical Sect turned heavy-faced at this sight.
Wang Daoxuan instinctively tightened his grip on the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag.
The flag surface moved by itself without wind, emitting a low drone.
Gao Zhenxiong’s battle-hardened soldiers turned pale, with veins bulging as they gripped their knives.
"Something’s wrong!" Yu Chanzi furrowed his white brows tightly, shouted low.
The wide sleeves of his Daoist robe moved automatically without wind, an invisible Qi Field instantly spread out, sweeping like water over the area in front, blocking Li Yan, Zhang Jingxuan, Gu Linzi, and other core experts behind.
His eyes scanned the interior of the shrine like a hawk: faded vermilion pillars, broken shimenawa, fallen shrine...
Seemingly quiet, but everything was shrouded in an unnatural deathly aura.
Zhang Jingxuan stepped forward in sync, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Yu Chanzi, a talisman clamped between his fingers, equally focused on sensing.
"What a sinister array! Yin Sha deathly aura tangled like a net, locking Life Soul blood essence, forming a cycle... but its method is bizarre, not from any Central Earth heritage."
Zhang Jingxuan’s voice was deep, with an unusual seriousness, "The one who laid the array, their methods are vicious yet skillful, sacrificing so many Life Souls alive for the operation of this array!"
Yu Chanzi nodded slowly, his withered fingers calculating, his expression darkening: "At the core of the Array Eye, there’s a force... be careful underfoot, don’t trigger the Qi!"
The group held their breath, indicated by Li Yan, only he, Yu Chanzi, and Zhang Jingxuan cautiously took a small step forward together.
Soles barely touching that sticky blood-stained floor —
"Buzz!"
As if a drop of cold water fell into a pot of boiling oil!
The entire space shook violently!
Everything in sight split, twisted, and reassembled like shattered glass!
The remnants barely maintaining the shrine’s layout instantly decayed, collapsed, turned to ashes!
The supporting beams transformed into charred decayed wood.
The floor caved in, revealing beneath a muddy swamp rolling with filthy black water.
Above was no longer a roof of broken tiles, but a sky torn by an invisible giant claw!
A massive rift crossed the view, opening menacingly like a blood-oozing wound in the heavens.
Sticky as tar, swirling with scarlet and black mixed "Qi" poured down in a waterfall, making a teeth-gritting "gurgle".
This filthy torrent didn’t completely fall, part of it spread in the air, filling the small space with suffocating oppressiveness, light swallowed, leaving only an ominous dark red hue.
At the core of this collapsing ruin, on a relatively flat black boulder, a figure sat cross-legged.
Still in the Daoist robe, his face covered by that iconic jade mask.
It was Zhao Changsheng!
He just sat there quietly, seemingly merged with this desperate land.
The filthy torrent washed around a yard of his surroundings, unable to truly touch him, instead forming a layer of twisted, constantly flowing dark red barrier outside his body.
He was the storm’s center, the master of this hellish inch of land.
"Zhao! Chang! Sheng!"
Li Yan’s pupils abruptly contracted to needle-points, a surge of anger and killing intent erupted in his chest!
The Duan Chen Blade "clang" half a foot out of its sheath, cold blade light flashing!
His muscles tense, Gang Qi infused legs, ready to launch into an attack!
"Halt!"
Yu Chanzi’s sharp shout exploded like thunder!
His withered hand snapped like lightning, gripping Li Yan’s wrist holding the blade fiercely.
Such force, it abruptly halted Li Yan’s forward momentum.
"This place is an absolute dead zone! Don’t act rashly!"
Yu Chanzi’s voice was unprecedentedly serious, his gaze fixed on the seated Zhao Changsheng and the twisted space around him, "Look at the sky rift! Look at the descending Qi!"
"Zhao Changsheng used his own essence as a lead, sacrificed this hall’s Life Souls and flesh, forcibly tearing a stable Daluo Law Realm fissure!"
"He is currently the Array Eye core of this small realm! The rules here have become outside human logic, instead forcibly twisted by him, almost like a micro ’Dharma Secret Realm’!"
He took a deep breath, feeling the tangible Qi in the air, uttering each word, "Once you step into the area tainted by his evil Qi, it’s like stepping into his domain! Life and death, annihilation and creation, all at his whim!"
Li Yan calmed down, instantly understanding the key.
This is akin to the previous Taishan Secret Realm’s Lord position, controlling a small world authority, similar in principle.
Only Zhao Changsheng’s methods are more sinister! More absolute!
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