"Get over there, now!"
Seeing Jiang Ping An standing still, Kong Feng's face instantly darkened. A flicker of impatience flashed through her eyes as she unhesitatingly released the pressure of the Profound Immortal Realm.
The laws of the Profound Dao surged toward Jiang Ping An like a tide, forcing him forward.
"Either you go over there yourself, or I'll send you there personally."
Kong Feng's voice was icy and piercing, carrying an unquestionable command.
Jiang Ping An felt that overwhelming pressure and understood that he had no way out.
Either way, death awaited him. Rather than being killed on the spot by Kong Feng, he might as well take a gamble. Perhaps he could still find a sliver of survival.
He took a deep breath and started forward, passing corpse after corpse with smiling faces as he walked toward the Blood-colored Altar ahead.
At the center of the altar stood a stone stele shaped like an upright coffin. Its surface was covered in dense, intricate patterns and emitted an evil aura that made one's heart tremble.
Those patterns seemed forged from congealed blood, glimmering with faint red light as though they were breathing, creating the illusion of a living thing.
As Jiang Ping An gradually approached the altar, all kinds of beautiful scenes began to emerge in his mind.
The warmth of family, the companionship of friends... These memories surged in like a tide, and an intense joy involuntarily rose within him.
Although Jiang Ping An liked this feeling of happiness, his reason told him that this emotion was absolutely abnormal.
He clenched his teeth and forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, striving to remain clear-headed.
Yet just as the joy was suppressed, other emotions flooded in like a tide—greed for treasures, hatred for Kong Feng, arrogance, jealousy, desire...