"What is it?"
Hearing the shout, Duan Yi and the other's pupils contracted.
Zitong Undestroyable had a powerful physical body. Though his cultivation had likewise been suppressed, his combat strength was still far greater than theirs. Yet he had cried out in terror just now—had something truly happened?
"Let's go take a look!"
Duan Yi and the Spiritual Elegance Emperor exchanged a glance. Unable to restrain themselves any longer, they both sprang up and charged along the stairs.
Nie Yun was not here. If anything happened, the three of them had to help one another. Otherwise, if something truly went wrong, none of them would escape!
The stairs were not high, only several dozen steps. In the blink of an eye, they passed beneath their feet, and they arrived before the altar at the very center.
The stone stele at the center of the altar stood before them. From up close, it appeared even taller, a head taller than Zitong Undestroyable. It radiated a silent, deathly aura. The three large characters upon it looked as though they had been written in blood, dark crimson in color. The script was the same as what they had seen in the village before—unrecognizable, and something they had never seen.
It was entirely different from the many scripts of the Chaos Ocean, without the slightest connection.
Below the characters was a strange illustration depicting three figures with identical expressions and appearances.
The first seemed to be struggling in a sea of suffering, desperately trying to break free. Yet countless thin threads wound around his body—his wrists, ankles, even his head—making it impossible for him to escape or leave.
The second sat quietly in a room filled with flowers. The table before him was laden with sumptuous delicacies, while several beautiful women lay upon the