Swallowing Gold

A moment later, not a single living person remained on the battlefield below.

Countless corpses lay strewn across the ground, their blood pooling into springs, then streams, then little rivers—

Yin Corpse Sect Master Zhuo Ran stood in the air, four lights of divine powers churning behind him and gathering into an immense pressure.

He coughed now and then as he gazed quietly at the heavens.

Night had already fallen. The sky was pitch-black, with occasional moonlight spilling down and plating the earth in silver radiance.

At some point, a talisman had appeared in the Yin Corpse Sect Master's hand. "This sect has made arrangements within the Buried Earth Blessed Land, where a Corpse Venerable has been hidden. Every so often, it must be fed the essence and blood of a great many cultivators—"

The Yin Corpse Sect Master said blandly, "But now—there is finally no need to blood-sacrifice the blessed land any longer."

The moment his words fell, the Great Void trembled.

An inexplicable phantom emerged, transforming into a blessed land, yet also resembling a star as it slowly descended from the Great Void into the present world.

Within that blessed land, mountains stretched endlessly, with a thousand gullies and ten thousand ravines—

"The blessed land is being shaken down?"

"It isn't being opened, but completely shaken down?"

Sangji raised his head, staring at the Buried Earth Blessed Land drawing ever closer to the present world from within the Great Void, as well as that vague outline of a human face—

Having received an oracle from the Venerable, he immediately shouted sharply, "Leave at once! Do not turn back, do not look—otherwise, some great terror will surely descend!"

Before his words had even faded, Sangji was already retreating frantically. He did not even dare hide within the Great Void.