Countless sacrificial chants continued to echo from the altar, as if they originated from ancient times, from the primordial age, from unfathomably deep points in space and time. The overwhelming magnitude of these chants instilled a profound sense of awe and fear, as if one were facing an unparalleled demon god. The mere presence of this force struck the soul with a sense of its overwhelming power and majesty, evoking reverence and an irresistible urge to submit.
The sudden change in the altar brought a moment of solemnity to the entire battlefield.
All eyes turned rapidly toward the altar.
They saw the entire altar bursting with black light, expanding visibly to the naked eye.
Wherever the black light spread, countless corpses vanished, reappearing atop the altar and plunging into the swirling vortex at its center. That vortex was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring the corpses—no matter how many there were, it consumed them all without reservation. Even the blood on the ground was swallowed whole.
There were tens of millions of alien corpses present.
These aliens were elite warriors, each one at least at the Sea of Divinity Realm, many even reaching the Life Aperture Realm. Their blood essence was immense, and the power within their bodies was extraordinary. To the altar, these corpses were nothing less than a grand feast, a divine banquet.
"Souls! This altar devours even the soul—it leaves nothing behind!"
Through Yi Tianxing's Innate Yin-Yang Eyes, he could clearly see that the altar was not only consuming corpses but also swallowing souls—a massive tide of alien spirits was being drawn into the vortex. However, after these spirits were consumed, a single spark of true spirit would fly out of the altar and vanish into the void, disappearing under the influence of some mysterious, cosmic force.
This was the rule of heaven and earth.
The true spirit was the essence of the soul.
In battle, it was common for one's soul to be scattered and annihilated. However, the true spirit could not easily be destroyed. If the soul shattered, the true spirit would naturally return to the cycle of reincarnation, to be reborn anew. Due to the destruction of the previous soul, the reincarnated being would possess a completely new consciousness, a wholly new soul. No memories of the past life would remain—only the essence moved on.
The true spirit is singular; the soul is its shell. This is the foundation of all being.
For cultivators, the true threshold to becoming a mighty being was the ability to control their true spirit. Only then could one take charge of their own destiny. Otherwise, all effort was but a mirage, water in a sieve—utterly futile.
This law of devouring souls while sparing true spirits was an ancient, unspoken rule of the universe.
Even among great powers, this rule was observed. To destroy a true spirit meant challenging reincarnation itself, a feat that required unfathomable might.
So, even the altar master dared not provoke heaven and earth by attempting to seize true spirits. They were naturally drawn into the Wheel of Reincarnation, where new lives would form.
Nonetheless, the benefits of devouring souls were immense beyond measure.
This was a feast, a truly world-shaking feast.
This much could be inferred from the increasingly fervent sacrificial chants rising from the altar.
"Haha! Excellent! The ritual is nearly complete. Once it's finished, I can make my wish and receive a response. I wish for the complete annihilation of the Great Yi Dynasty. With such a massive offering, the reward must be unprecedented!"
Fan Wencheng stood beside the altar.
Even the power of Heavenfire Meteors couldn't damage the altar. The zone around the altar was shielded—it absorbed everything that fell from the sky, even turning it into part of the sacrifice.
The altar didn't care who performed the offering. As long as the ritual was complete, the first one to voice a wish would receive a corresponding reward. Fan Wencheng was clearly attempting to seize this chance.
"Fan Wencheng is beside the altar. I'll go kill him."— Tong Empress.
"Not yet. Let's wait and see," Yi Tianxing replied calmly.
Meanwhile, spatial portals began to open across the Thorny Plain, rapidly pulling meteor fragments into the Pagoda. Not only were they stored for future use, but the valuable materials within the meteors were also carefully preserved for later refinement. Meteorite resources were hard to come by—this was a rare and invaluable harvest.
As more fragments were stored—
The altar changed again. With a vast offering consumed, the altar's black light surged like a tide. Amid the rising chants, a shadowy figure emerged deep within the vortex. That figure, cloaked entirely in darkness, seemed to transcend space and time—its existence untraceable, unfathomable.
At the same time, an indescribable feeling swept over all present—solemn awe rose from their souls.
And as that figure appeared, the sacrificial chants reached a new, unprecedented crescendo, echoing across the entire Thorny Plain. Even the deaf could "hear" it—it resonated directly within the soul.
The black divine light covering the Thorny Plain rapidly retracted toward the altar.
The sacrifice was ending.
"Yes! O great Myriad Gu Demon God, this humble one wishes…"— Fan Wencheng
"Noisy."Yi Tianxing's cold voice rang out. With a flick of his mind, he struck toward Fan Wencheng.
With a single move, a golden seal materialized in the void. Within the seal, a towering Diamond Dragon Elephant radiated unmatched might.
Physical Divine Power – Prison Suppression Seal (镇狱印)!
In an instant, the Prison Suppression Seal enlarged massively, appearing above Fan Wencheng's head. With the altar's protective light receding, space around Fan Wencheng was no longer shielded. He was immediately crushed by an overwhelming pressure—like a bird trapped in a cage. He couldn't even speak.
"If this hits… I'll die. I'll definitely die!"
In a panic, Fan Wencheng's body exploded into countless black blood-sucking bats, fleeing in every direction like a swarm of locusts.
This was his ultimate life-saving technique—Bat Form. As long as one bat survived, he could regenerate.
This method had always saved him before.
But now, this trick failed completely. The bats smashed into an invisible barrier, one after another being crushed.
Under the Prison Suppression Seal, space itself was sealed. Without strength to rival it, escape was impossible.
"No! I refuse to accept this fate!"
The bats screeched in agony.
BOOM!!
The seal slammed down. Every bat beneath it was obliterated—not a single one escaped.
No matter how wildly you jump, a single seal sends you to your grave.
"All hail the King! Long live His Majesty!"Yang Ye and the others knelt, shouting in unison. How could they not know Yi Tianxing had acted personally?
Amid their shouts, Yi Tianxing and his group stepped out from the void, descending toward the altar.
"At ease, soldiers."— Yi Tianxing
"Thank you, my King!"The generals replied.
Now, all eyes turned toward the altar. The ritual was complete. Whoever made a wish would surely receive a response of unimaginable value.
The offering had been too grand—no one could estimate the possible rewards.
But any wish made now had to be chosen with care. A single word could lead to vastly different outcomes. The key was whether the result could benefit Great Yi, whether it would bring the greatest advantage.
"Mister Jia, Mister Zhuge—do you have any suggestions?"— Yi Tianxing
Even he had to be cautious. This choice might affect the fate of the entire dynasty.
"This is the Myriad Gu Demon God. The reward will most likely be gu insects. Among these are incredibly rare and wondrous types. It's said that a gu called the Wisdom Gu can fuse with one's soul and greatly enhance intelligence, creativity, and insight—even allowing one to master techniques at a glance. If we could obtain such gu, it would greatly benefit Great Yi."— Jia Xu
Though often feared, gu insects were not all poisonous. Many were divine and miraculous.