In Yinguang City, within the residence where a great battle had nearly erupted.
The corpses of men and women had been piled into an exceptionally neat cube.
A stone pillar rose from the ground, piercing through the corpses and emerging from their very center. It swiftly spread outward, forming a stone platform carved with intricate inscriptions.
If the corpses were stripped away, the platform would resemble an umbrella.
With those corpses filling it...
It became an altar.
Or rather, a divination altar.
The lives of everyone in the courtyard were gone just like that.
If reincarnation truly existed, if ghostly officials were to ask them why they had died—
They likely would not have been able to answer.
Human life was sometimes no more resilient than an ant's. The vast gulf in strength made it difficult for some cultivators to regard people as people any longer.
The human world was sometimes like purgatory.
At this moment, a man dressed in scholar's robes stood before the altar. Dipping his finger in blood, he drew a terrifying image upon the stone platform—
It was a headless, naked man whose body was covered in sinister patterns.
Under his finger-brush, the details gradually took shape.
Jing Ye, the general defending Yinguang City, had been tied hand and foot tightly together like a trussed pig and tossed into a corner of the courtyard.
"Fortune-teller!" Zheng Fatty shot Jing Ye an ill-intentioned glance. "Why not kill him?"
The Diviner continued drawing with great focus, not turning around.
"This man cannot be killed," he said.
"Why?" Zheng Fatty asked blankly.
"Yeah, why!" Li Shou hurriedly echoed.
The Diviner said evenly, "There is no why."
Though the Fortune-Telling Man-Demon seemed quite good-tempered and never took offense at their crude words, even unreliable fellows like Zheng Fatty and Li