Chapter 477: Chapter 483 – The altar is open! Terrifying Divine Transformation Stage! (Fourth update)
Qinglin jumped in fright, hastily looking at the others.
Elder Qian looked gloomy as he said to the crowd, “This is getting us nowhere. It’s obvious that this altar has been manipulated by someone, set up as the eye of the array — and it has been here all along!”
Everyone gasped in astonishment, especially Old Ghost Qi, who exclaimed suspiciously, “Manipulated? Does that mean… this altar was here before the Sealed Land came into being?”
Lu Qiju’s face fluctuated wildly as he stared at the altar. He nodded and said, “It seems so. What… what on earth could it be to have been sealed for so many years?”
“Sealed?” The Thousand-Spirit Saintess twitched her eyelashes before speaking. “You’re right. This is a sealed place, it could be dangerous inside.”
At those words, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess and Elder Qian exchanged a glance. Clearly, both were remembering the Heavenly Calamity Skill of the elder from the Ancient Spirit Race.
Just then, a roar of rage filled the air: “I don’t give a damn what kind of place this is. My brother died because of it. I say we destroy this damned place.”
Boom!
A figure suddenly dashed towards the altar, a whirlwind of fury and power exploding from them. Their aura engulfed the whole area showing the strength of a powerful practitioner.
“Mahayana Phase!”
Elder Qian and the others looked shocked. “Damn it,” they shouted, “what are you doing!””
“Quick, get in there and stop him!” The Thousand-Spirit Saintess leaped into action, rushing towards the figure.
But how could the Thousand-Spirit Saintess compare in speed with a Mahayana Phase practitioner? Elder Qian and the others were a step too late, as they called out in panic: “Damn it, everyone withdraw!”
The hearts of everyone on site skipped a beat. Though everyone was caught by surprise, they did not retreat immediately.
Clearly, to Firefly and the others, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess’ pleas couldn’t command them to abandon a place with such treasure. Why would they easily withdraw?
Even Qinglin sneered repeatedly and shook her head, saying, “These people are too cowardly. If this altar could be broken by a Mahayana Phase practitioner, why would my Scale Clan have waited for them to come?”
Redhill scoffed, and said indifferently, “I’ve launched attacks of this level multiple times. Not to mention breaking the altar, I couldn’t even make a scratch. Qinglin, how do you think he’ll be repelled?”
“Maybe like a dog eating shit?”
“I think it should be a somersault. Heh, I love that move the most.”
Qinglin gave Redhill a contemptuous glance, her gaze filled with disdain as she looked at the Mahayana Phase practitioner.
Elder Qian hesitated for a moment, then turned around and looked at the anxious Thousand-Spirit Saintess. He reassured her, saying, “Relax, judging by the energy bursting from the altar, he can’t break it.”
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess shook her head and bit her lip. “I… I have a bad feeling about this!”
From afar in the Sealed Land, Yang Zhen took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and grabbed the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern, which hummed and emitted bursts of light before disappearing into his hand.
Thud!
Yang Zhen fell to the ground, coughed once, and muttered to himself, “Damn it, that was so troublesome just to obtain the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern. The Sao Saint me was seriously wounded. Seems the power of my third Dragon Elephant Prison Shaking Body isn’t strong enough. I have to find a way to increase it.”
“Kid, how are you doing?” the mocking cat asked with a face full of surprise.
Yang Zhen glanced at it and said, “You three help me guard, I need to recover a bit. Damn, I’m almost drained.”
The mocking cat chuckled while the mocking chicken looked at Yang Zhen gloatingly.
“Hehehehe, hehehehe.” The Great Missing Sword had recently developed a love for this kind of smug laugh. Listening to it gave Yang Zhen face twitches at the corners of his mouth.
It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to feed it another Heavenly Tribulation Origin. Its stuck-in-the-middle intelligence was becoming a laughing stock.
What Chicken Cat Sword did not expect was that the moment the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern disappeared, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly started at the altar where Hua Youyue and the others were. That creepy aura actually began to crack, inch by inch.
“No, good!”
Everyone’s faces turned ghostly pale. They watched in horror as the Mahayana Phase practitioner swung his sword down.
“Bloody hell, stop right now!”
Elder Qian was a such a calm and refined individual, yet he was scared and cursed out loud, his face filled with shock.
The others felt their hearts leap out of their throats, they wailed and rushed toward the Mahayana Phase expert, disregarding their own cultivation level and whether they could defeat such an expert.
Qinglin’s eyes nearly popped out. He stumbled over a rock and tumbled to the ground. He let out a roar, “Quick, quickly notify our clan!”
Hongqiu’s face was pale, he was so scared that he started to tremble, “Bloody hell, this human expert is quite fierce, how did he do it?”
As he spoke, Hongqiu rolled and crawled and ran towards the distance behind him.
Boom boom!
Sounds of earth-shattering explosions came, boom boom, waves of violent energy erupted in all directions. A creepy atmosphere that made everyone’s hair stand on end slowly emerged from under the altar.
“Hehehe, hehehe.”
The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a dull breath of death, and a horrifying low laughter echoed from all directions.
“Hehehe, hehehe.”
The sound was incessant, Yang Zhen and the likes could hear it clearly.
Yang Zhen looked puzzledly at the direction of the sound, murmuring to himself. “What the heck, is this the laugh of a major villain?”
“Hehehe, hehehe.”
This kind of voice seemed to dominate the mind, everyone had a sense of breathlessness.
“Hehehe, hehehe.”
This… this was Great Missing Sword! Yang Zhen gripped this troublemaker in his hand. When he shook his arm, a dark light burst out from the Great Missing Sword.
“Let’s go see what’s laughing in such an annoying manner.”
In the Sealed Land, Bai Qian’s body shuddered and she turned pale. She peered at the array and leaped towards it.
Boom!
An earth-shattering sound echoed, the altar shattered inch by inch, revealing a pitch-black hole emitting endless black light, suspending in mid-air.
“Hehehe, hehehe…”
The laughter, like it came from the Nine Nether Underworld Prison, scared everyone witless.
“Bloody hell, who knows this Mahayana Phase expert? He actually cracked open the altar. If there is some evil creature inside, won’t that… what… what’s that?”
Thud, thud.
A deep footstep was heard. Everyone was staring in surprise at the infinite black hole that appeared on the altar.
“After so many years, I have finally emerged. Oh, there are so many people welcoming me, hmm, humans?”
The voice was hoarse, like the sound of rubbing sand and stone. Along with the heavy footsteps, a pitch-black figure appeared before the crowd.
“What… what creature is this?”
All of them looked horrifiedly at the ‘human’ with the overwhelming aura in front of them, their faces filled with deep horror.
This being that could barely be considered a human was skinny and completely black, its skin was as slippery and sticky as a lamprey. Its hands were long, hanging to the point of reaching his shins when standing.
Seeing this creature appear, Elder Qian and others immediately exclaimed, “Divine Transformation Stage!”
