Su Fan stayed at this base for one night before being sent aboard a flying ship bound for the front line.
In the Cultivation World, no matter how grand and spectacular a war was, the very front lines were actually much the same.
They consisted of layer upon layer of Defensive Arrays, followed by a cultivator system combining high-, mid-, and low-level cultivators, arranged in tiers behind the defensive line.
With the identity Su Fan had assumed, he was merely a minor Golden Core Realm cultivator and could only do odd jobs along the various defensive lines.
Thus, he mixed in with a group of minor Golden Core Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, rushing around the defensive lines every day to do odd jobs.
One morning a few days later, Su Fan had just finished breakfast when he and a group of low-level cultivators arrived before an altar behind the defensive line.
They carried corpses one by one from the pile of human remains beside the altar and threw them onto it.
Su Fan glanced at the enormous altar. It covered dozens of mu, and there were hundreds of altars like this along the defensive line.
"Hey... what are you looking at? Hurry up and carry them..."
The Celestial Race cultivator carrying corpses alongside him saw him staring fixedly at the altar and grumbled impatiently.
"Oh... right, right..."
Su Fan hurriedly withdrew his gaze, then lifted a corpse with the man and carried it onto the altar.
By now, quite a few human corpses had piled up on the altar, and the enormous altar was already on the verge of activation.
At last, they filled the altar with a huge number of corpses and could finally rest for a while.
"Rumble..."
Su Fan and the others climbed down from