"Time's up."
The heavens and earth fell silent. The Fierce Sha Energy spread in all directions, blood-red light shrouded the world, countless people lost their minds and slaughtered one another, and frenzied acts of violence could be seen everywhere.
But.
Strangely enough, as time passed, they gradually lost their voices.
It was not collective death.
They had truly lost their voices.
No matter how loudly they screamed or how much commotion they made, not a sound came out. The entire world seemed to have been plunged into a bloody silent film.
Only the icy voice of the Great Grandmother of Fengyin Mountain remained atop the Demon Tower:
"It should end now."
High above.
Looking down upon all living beings.
It sounded like a sentence being pronounced, yet also like a mere statement of objective reality.
At that very moment.
Jiang Qiao felt the pressure around him suddenly double.
The Fierce Sha Energy and baleful remnants lingering outside the pyramid, originally unable to advance even an inch, began seeping through the invisible barrier bit by bit.
"There's a flaw in the formation."
Jiang Qiao's heart sank.
He looked toward the Six City Gods on the altar.
They sat in meditation like old monks, ignoring everything happening outside. They simply stared intently at the center, where the bronze cauldron had already grown a layer of flesh. Then, following some kind of pattern, they tossed the grains of rice in their hands into it one by one.
Every time a grain fell in.
A faint red glow would flare inside the bronze cauldron.
But it quickly went out again.
"These grains seem to be used to nourish consciousness... They can be swallowed directly by consciousness." After observing for a while, Jiang Qiao realized that these City Gods probably could not help for the