Yan Kui's expression froze, and his whole body went rigid.
Sacrifice the Saintess?
Summon the Witch God's will?
This was the ultimate taboo, passed down by word of mouth through generations of Witch God Hall priests, yet never invoked by any of them.
Rumor had it that once it was invoked, every living being under heaven would pay an unimaginable price.
"But... but the Saintess is at the Witch God Hall, and the Witch God Hall has already fallen. She might already be in the enemy's hands."
Yan Kui watched the Second Priest's expression as he spoke cautiously.
At his words, the Second Priest
shook her head.
She said slowly, "Beneath the temple where the Witch God is worshipped lies a Teleportation Array. Only the Great Priest, the Saintess, and I know its location."
"That array is hidden deep and gives off not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy."
"An ordinary Divine Mansion Realm cultivator could not detect a trace of it."
"With the Chu invaders upon her, the Saintess would never sit idly and await death. She must have escaped through that array!"
Having finished speaking, the Second Priest
looked south.
"Let's go."
She swept her broad sleeve, gathering up Yan Kui, and turned into a dim streak of bloody light that tore through the void in an instant.
Time turned back.
Inside the central command tent.
"Saintess of the Witch God, you have some nerve."
Before Guhongzi's terrified eyes,
the countless silver threads binding the Saintess snapped apart under her strength.
Her pale, slender hand lightly brushed the dust from her pure-white, gold-threaded ceremonial robe.
Every movement exuded a noble composure.
She raised her head and looked at Li Xinge.
Those eyes, cold and clear as frost, showed not the slightest awareness that she was a prisoner.