The feeling gave Tang Changsheng a terrible premonition. Without a second thought, he prepared to retreat. Just then, a man wearing a black Ritual Robe and a wide, flat cap stepped onto the altar. Below the robe, he was completely naked.
Two alluring women with voluptuous figures clung to him, but he shoved them aside without ceremony.
Then he carefully brought out a golden cup filled with some unknown liquid. He knelt devoutly beneath the strange Talisman, chanting under his breath.
As he worshipped, some kind of power emanated from the Talisman and slowly seeped into the golden cup.
The liquid, originally milky white, began bubbling under that power's influence. Each bubble burst as soon as it formed.
With every pop, Tang Changsheng could faintly hear an eerie chant sounding beside his ears.
It seemed to praise a great being... Tang Changsheng found himself drawn in against his will, as though he had truly sensed a strange, powerful existence beyond description.
But that existence was filled with evil and madness, dark to the utmost extreme...
An evil god? A devil? Tang Changsheng's heart lurched, and he pulled his awareness free. Whatever was here, it was nothing good...
Yet at some point, a wisp of black qi had appeared in Tang Changsheng's Sea of Consciousness. The Talisman had actually sensed it...
Crack! The golden cup exploded, sending its contents flying.
Not good! A dreadful thought flashed through Tang Changsheng's mind.
But the instant he moved, a will swept over him, as though it had discovered his presence.
Not good...
Danger welled up inside him, and Tang Changsheng quickened his steps toward the exit.
He had barely retreated a few steps when he felt a jolt above his head. It was as though a millstone weighing hundreds upon hundreds of pounds had