Chapter 311: Should We Kill Them All?
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Qin Ziteng watched as the elder departed, and his expression suddenly became elusive. Deep within his eyes, there was a chilling gaze that seemed capable of freezing the heavens and earth. An invisible pressure emanated from his body as if anyone who approached him would be reduced to dust and bones!
“Demon Slaying Altar!” Qin Ziteng muttered through gnashed teeth. As his voice fell, he turned towards a darkened corner. “Xuan Yi!”
“Greetings, Patriarch!” A raspy voice responded from the shadows. Shortly after, a figure shrouded in darkness emerged within the hall. He seemed as if he had no physical form, completely merging with the darkness around him. When one’s divine awareness scanned the area, it could only sense a void, utterly incapable of detecting anyone there.
“Go to the Demon Slaying Altar. I want to know what happened there,” Qin Ziteng ordered, his expression ugly and tone solemn. The altar was too bizarre, a forbidden zone in the East Barrens that suppressed cultivators’ divine sense. No information could come out of that place.
Although he was certain now that the Qin family and the Spirit Race’s saints had fallen, the exact details remained unclear. He had to investigate, if only to explain to their esteemed ancestor. Moreover, the Qin family differed from common factions. With a quasi-emperor overseeing them, even the Demon Slaying Altar would pay for killing their saint. On this, he had absolute confidence.
After all, his son Qin Yuan had the potential of a true immortal. Once Qin Yuan reached the True Immortal Realm, the Demon Slaying Altar would have no reason left to exist. Even Great Emperor Realm powerhouses could ravage one or two forbidden zones. It shouldn’t be excessive for a true immortal to annihilate just one, right?
“Yes, Patriarch!” Xuan Yi departed with a respectful bow. Yet just then, as if recalling something, Qin Ziteng called out again, “If you see Su Chen, Holy Son of the Great Mystery Sect, kill him immediately! He cannot remain in this world!”
In Qin Ziteng’s eyes, Su Chen held heavy responsibility for the two saints’ downfall. Without him, why would the Qin family and the Spirit Race send saints into the Demon Slaying Altar? With both sides’ saints now dead and Su Chen still breathing, Qin Ziteng could not swallow this indignity.
“I understand!” Xuan Yi pledged before dissolving into black mist, vanishing within the hall.
Alone again, Qin Ziteng’s expression was frigid, hatred flickering in his eyes. Gazing into the distance, he muttered, “Although mighty, Xuan Yi is still only a Quasi-Saint Realm expert. He may not be able to suppress Su Chen! Moreover, the consecutive falls of two saints cannot remain hidden for long!”
If only the Spirit Race and Qin family were involved, he could have suppressed this incident. But many factions had participated, including the Golden Crow Clan and the Inky Sea Island, completely changing the nature of things. Soon, word of the Qin family and the Spirit Race’s saints perishing would spread across the East Barrens.
“The Qin family’s prestige cannot be damaged!” Qin Ziteng’s gaze hardened with resolve as he murmured, “I must find a way to completely bury what happened today!”
Meanwhile, deep within the Demon Slaying Altar, the area was smothered in thick black fog. Dark creatures’ obsessions filled the air. The entire region was like a ghost domain, divine sense sealed away. Sight reached only three meters ahead, directions unclear.
Even Long Wu, a Saint King Realm master, was extremely suppressed here, barely able to exert half her strength. The laws of this world seemed warped as if they had unknowingly entered another plane. Along the way, the flora seemed alien, not of their native world at all.
“Master, based on that dark creature’s memories, their crossing point should be nearby,” Long Wu said softly, halting as she surveyed their surroundings. Even with the memories, quickly finding their way in the altar was hard. The suppression was too great; it was like stumbling blindly in the dark. Their divine sense was inaccessible.
The higher one’s cultivation, the greater their dependence on divine sense. Losing this ability so suddenly would be hugely uncomfortable for anyone.
“Perhaps we’ve already arrived!” Su Chen narrowed his eyes, gazing ahead as he murmured. In the next moment, the encircling black fog vanished. All was pitch darkness, yet without the mist’s interference, Su Chen and Long Wu’s vision could clearly encompass hundreds of miles.
Everywhere they looked, countless towering figures stood upon the land, not pure humans, but dark creatures! Ranging from Qi Sea Realm to Nirvana Realm and Quasi-Saint Realm, though with few at Saint Realm.
“Uh…” Long Wu’s beautiful eyes flashed with astonishment. “So many dark creatures!” Though she was in the Saint King Realm, she still craved things like the Black Blood Stone. Even in her era, they were rare. She had seldom seen many before. Yet now, clustered around the Demon Slaying Altar were millions of dark creatures, shocking her deeply.
They were like a black ocean, at least millions in number! Compared to the dark creatures that Su Chen encountered in the Great Mystery Mountains initially, the ones here were simply incomparable, like comparing a novice to a master, not even worth mentioning! Though most here were not powerful, still many formidable ones existed among them. If they could slaughter them completely, the amount of Black Blood Stones obtained would be astronomical! Su Chen dared not even estimate the full quantity. He guessed it could easily support two saint-level factions!
“Master, should we kill them all?” Long Wu asked slowly, excitement flickering in her bright eyes..