In the void, within a certain medium-sized realm.
Deep within a dense forest, numerous foreigners with translucent wings and emerald-green skin gathered around dozens of altars built from azure stone, worshipping without pause.
The chanting had nearly become an ocean, leaving one with the sensation of drifting within it.
Above the largest altar at the very center, a massive Silver Vortex slowly turned.
Whenever it completed a full rotation, a ring of silver spiritual ripples surged forth from its center, causing large numbers of hidden formation runes nearby to appear.
Just then, a burst of cheers suddenly arose from among the foreigners below.
Dozens of bloody foreign heads, their eyes wide open, rolled down from the tops of the various altars.
Immediately afterward, dozens of streaks of blood light converged upon the central altar, turning all the azure runes on its lowest level blood-red.
Correspondingly, the formation runes within the Silver Vortex underwent the same change.
Clearly, these foreigners were conducting some sort of blood sacrifice ritual centered around the Silver Vortex!
The sacrifices they used not only came from many different races, but every one of them possessed high-level cultivation.
It was clear that these emerald-green foreigners wielded tremendous influence in this realm!
As wave after wave of cheers sounded, the stench of blood in the air grew increasingly thick, filling Tie Xing and the others, who were imprisoned within an open-air restriction, with ever-deepening despair.
"If we were dying in battle, that would be one thing. But who would have thought that today we'd be blood sacrifices for these Green Spirit beasts, offerings to their ancestral spirits!"
Watching another person forcibly dragged out of the restriction by a burly Green Spirit Race man, the somewhat gaunt Tie Xing said indignantly.
Yet he was currently trapped by the restriction,