When Wang Ping observed this, his brow kept twitching. Zi Xuan and the others had completed the entire sacrificial rite; their offering had been taken, and they had even received something in return.
This meant that the object of Zi Xuan and the others' worship might truly exist!
Wang Ping suddenly regretted taking part in this sacrificial rite. From this day onward, the matter would take root deep in his heart. Just as he considered whether to erase this memory, the corpse soldier puppet underwent an abnormal change.
The arrays maintaining its bodily functions rapidly peeled away from its surface, leaking streaks of seven-colored light. Around the space where that light emerged, black-and-white things appeared.
Those black-and-white things intertwined, as though they were destroying the laws of this world. It was as if the world itself were an illusion, leaving Wang Ping with an absurd feeling.
Fortunately, those black-and-white things existed for only an instant before vanishing. Otherwise, Wang Ping would truly have fallen into self-doubt. At that moment, Cang Yue formed a hand seal and used the Taiyin Secret Method to read the memories the puppet had accessed in that brief instant.
Zi Xuan and Yu Heng both stared intently at Cang Yue. Their eyes held an exploration of the unknown, as well as greed buried deeply within—none of the piety or humility from before remained.
The cultivators below the high platform were no longer pious either.
Wang Ping greatly disliked the current atmosphere. Deep in his heart, an urge to destroy this place rose up, but because of the disparity in strength, he suppressed the thought.
A quarter of an hour later.
Cang Yue finished probing the puppet's memories, and Zi Xuan hurriedly asked, "How was it?"
"It was still unconscious." His tone brimmed with regret.
Wang Ping