There was Long Zi guarding the Water Marsh, yet something that dangerous had still happened there. Here, however, there was only the Seal-Guarding Clan, and that left He Dazhi with no confidence at all about the crisis that was about to appear.
With just the people they had, they were nowhere near enough. They could not even count as cannon fodder.
The altar before them exerted an immense pressure on them, as if there were an existence inside so powerful it had no limits. It seemed one breath from "him," one glance, could turn their entire group to ash and dust.
And if they died here, the surrounding smoke would corrode their souls, leaving them unable to enter the Yellow Springs. It would be true death in body and Dao, the soul scattered and destroyed. The best outcome might be to become a vengeful spirit, a unique existence within this space.
Zhang Xiaofan was the first to set foot on the altar's first step. With just that single step, the surrounding space changed.
In the sky, dark clouds pressed down overhead, deep and heavy as thick ink, so oppressive it seemed the heavens were about to collapse and smash down.
Zhang Xiaofan adjusted his breathing for quite a while before he raised his other foot again and truly stepped onto the altar.
Everyone below the steps held their breath, watching him quietly while also warily scanning their surroundings.
"You... came after all!" A cold, eerie voice came from above the first level of the altar.
Zhang Xiaofan looked up and saw four black-robed figures standing in a row at the top of the altar's first level.
"Stop clinging to your delusions!" Zhang Xiaofan looked up at them and shouted in a deep voice.
He wanted to wake them up, and