Outside the valley shrouded in pitch-black mist, five cultivators stood at that moment. These five cultivators were precisely the ones Qin Fengming had seen before—the ones who had gone to the gates of the Yinshan Gang and led the many cultivators participating in the sacrificial altar into this place.
Looking at the black-mist-shrouded region before them, where not a ripple stirred, the five maintained calm, expressionless faces.
"Junior Brother Lian, Junior Brother Fang, do you know how many people have left by now?" Looking toward the black mist before him, the leading Elder Kong asked.
"Senior Brother Kong, a full year has passed, yet only five fellow cultivators have come out. It seems that this time, even ten percent may not have made it."
The speaker was an early Spirit Severing stage elder. He and another early Spirit Severing stage cultivator had been stationed here for a full year.
The reason the two had remained here was naturally to monitor the place and receive the cultivators who emerged from the sacrificial altar.
"Oh? Only five have come out this time? That truly wasn't expected. In the past, one or two out of every ten cultivators who entered the sacrificial altar could emerge safely. How is it that this time there are fewer than one in ten?"
Hearing the elder's words, the expressions of Kong Liang and the other two changed slightly as well.
"Senior Brother Kong, there's nothing strange about this. Although the records show that a certain ratio exists, those who pass through the sacrificial altar aren't required to follow that ratio. Fewer have come out this time, which is still greatly beneficial to our Yinshan Gang. So long as we can bring out those people's bodies, the valuables on them will naturally be more plentiful than usual, and