"Now that everyone is here, how about we first find a way to open the gates to this secret realm?"
After a long while, Pan Cangheng's voice rang out.
His gaze first rested on Su Shi'er. Only after seeing Su Shi'er nod did he turn once more toward the distant Wu Clan expert.
Wu Changdeng let out a raspy chuckle and nodded. "This old man was thinking the same."
As his words fell, he lightly raised the black bone staff in his hand.
At the tip of the bone staff, a point of dark red radiance lit up.
The next moment, all nine blood-colored stone pillars began to tremble.
The veins on the pillars' surfaces, resembling dried bloodstains, seemed to come alive at that moment, slowly writhing.
Blood light rose from the stone pillars and intertwined in midair, forming an intricate sacrificial pattern in the blink of an eye.
The instant the sacrificial pattern took shape, an arcane aura descended from it.
The aura first enveloped the direction where the gates to the secret realm stood, then swept toward Su Shi'er like a breeze brushing across one's face.
Su Shi'er's expression did not change.
The Wu Clan sacrificial rite needed to draw upon the strand of Ancient God Aura within him to open the secret realm.
Su Shi'er had naturally prepared for this long ago.
Within his Dantian Small Universe, the Nine Heavens Exquisite Pagoda stirred under the pull of his cultivation power, and a strand of Ancient God Aura emerged.
Yet with his gaze fixed on Wu Changdeng, Su Shi'er's nerves remained taut, and he did not dare relax in the slightest.
From the very beginning, this Wu Clan expert had given Su Shi'er the illusion of being watched by snakes and scorpions.
And at the very instant that