Chapter 1720: 1720
This artifact resembled a jade compass, yet it could have been a jade tortoiseshell . As soon as it came into contact with the narrow thread that connected everyone, the crowd felt a numbing sensation coursing through their body . The next moment, their zhenqi began gushing out through the thread uncontrollably .
"They don't intend to kill the hostages?"
Zhang Xuan's initial intention was to use the Soultheft Shackle to counterattack and kill the Otherworldly Demons . Contrary to his expectations, however, instead of killing the hundred human hostages that they had to tribute them to their god, the Otherworldly Demon had only sapped their zhenqi .
Since that was the case, he did not think that he needed to make a move right now . To be honest, he wanted to see what the Otherworldly Demons had to do in order to get into the Temple of Confucius .
Given that there was no danger for the time being, he acted as if he had been controlled as well and allowed his zhenqi to flow through the Soultheft Shackle as well, just like the other human hostages .
Soon, the flow of their zhenqi formed a circular loop .
Weng!
A striking light shone from the Soultheft Shackle and harmonized with the inscriptions on the ground .
Hong long!
The pillar of light above the altar immediately expanded severalfold . Augmented by the energy of the crowd, it gushed toward the heavens with far greater might than before .
Hualala!
Under the intense assault of the pillar of light, the sound of flowing water echoed from the seal above . However, it still refused to break open .
Seeing such a sight, the black-armored Otherworldly Demon narrowed his eyes . With a flick of his wrist, he took out a saber and slit his palm softly .
Fresh blood gushed out from his hand and dribbled onto the altar .
In an instant, the pillar of light grew even brighter than before .
"This descendant of the Spirit Tribe, Bei Hong, offers his blood as a tribute to the Spirit God . I humbly beseech the Spirit God to bestow upon us the strength to break the spatial seal!" The black-armored Otherworldly Demon spoke in a tribal voice reminiscent of a curse .
The light above the altar grew even more blinding . Following which, a massive door appeared before everyone's sight .
This door emanated an astoundingly oppressive aura . It felt as if even someone of Zhang Xuan's ability was nothing more than an ant before this aura .
He's summoning the Spirit God? Zhang Xuan's eyes narrowed .
The Skyleaf King had used this ability before . His cultivation had still been low back then, but he did not think that he would still be utterly helpless even against the will that lay on the other side of the door in his current state .
Hu!
The door slowly appeared, and a vague silhouette came into sight .
Along with the presence of the silhouette came a crushing pressure on his soul . Even with his Soul Depth of 29 . 9, he could not help but feel his state of mind falling into an unstable state .
Given how even its silhouette was powerful enough to cause such a sensation within him, if the figure turned around, it was likely that everyone's will would collapse and die on the spot before any tribute could be offered .
Formidable… Zhang Xuan's body stiffened as his face paled .
He had encountered an Ancient Sage in the past, but it was apparent that the Spirit God was way stronger than the Ancient Sages . In fact, it was doubtful whether Vicious would have been able to compete with her at his peak!
In fact, it felt like if the Spirit God simply walked through the door, the entire Master Teacher Continent would disintegrate under the sheer pressure that she exerted upon the world .
But why does the Spirit God's silhouette look a little familiar to me?
While being astonished by the might wielded by the Spirit God, a sensation similar to what he had felt previously struck him .
Back when he was still in the Qiu Wu Palace, when he caught sight of the Spirit God summoned by the Skyleaf King, he had also felt this sensation of familiarity as well . If he had to describe this feeling, it would be something akin to déjà vu, as if he had seen the other party somewhere before .
At this moment, such a feeling arose in his heart as well . Not only was he unable to shake off such a feeling, it also seemed to be growing stronger by the moment .
Yet, when he attempted to grasp at the feeling, he found his memories blurring and his consciousness blanking out, preventing his thoughts from running . It was as if some compelling force was intentionally keeping him from thinking deeper into this matter .
If it was something that was beyond what Zhang Xuan could do at the moment, he would not waste his time on it . Thus, he shook off the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind and focused his attention on the silhouette above .
With the appearance of the Spirit God, the depletion of zhenqi grew even faster . In just a short instant, everyone's face had already turned pale .
"I beseech the Spirit God to bestow upon us a passageway into the Temple of Confucius…" the black-armored Otherworldly Demon named Bei Hong uttered with a deep voice as he allowed his blood to continue flowing into the altar .
Due to the profuse loss of blood, his body had already begun trembling uncontrollably . It seemed as if he would reach his limit very soon .
Hula!
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