The Final Heavenly Book!

Eleven!

A full eleven Immortal-level bosses!

Wang Xian was utterly speechless. He had originally planned to fish in troubled waters during the so-called "ceremony," perhaps pocketing a few treasures along the way. After all, anything related to "sacrifice" involved offerings.

This ancient city was so mysterious and bizarre, and its consecrators were all Emperor Realm Tenth Heaven experts. The grade of the offerings certainly would not be low.

But now, there was no chance at all. With eleven Immortal-level bosses watching, forget about gaining anything from the "ceremony"—the moment he showed himself, those Immortal-level bosses would definitely discover him, and he would end up just like the members of the Zhou Family and the Zhang Family.

Unable to seize any benefits, Wang Xian could only quietly watch the so-called "ceremony" take place.

An altar emanating an ancient aura appeared out of thin air. After a series of lengthy rites, offerings were brought onto the altar one after another.

"Qiaoqiao?!"

Wang Xian cried out as he stared at one of the offerings on the altar.

It was a golden cicada, one with a pair of icy wings.

"Wang Xian, what's wrong? Do you know that insect?"

Following Wang Xian's gaze, Jiang Mengmeng also saw the Cold Winged Golden Cicada.

"Mm." Wang Xian nodded. "You could say she's my younger sister."

The Cold Winged Golden Cicada was Gelaikiao's natal Gu, but this one was not. It was merely an avatar Wang Xian had helped Gelaikiao refine, which was why he had recognized the Cold Winged Golden Cicada at a glance.

"Younger sister? Then what should we do?"

Anxious worry appeared on Jiang Mengmeng's face.

The fate of offerings was usually tragic, especially in such a bizarre city. The fate of these offerings would surely be even more miserable.

"No need to rush."