Blood clouds filled the skies over the Yaksha Imperial City, making its already ominous atmosphere even more oppressive.
Ye'e Sudiluo and the survivor of the Ancient Cultivators stood atop the bloodstained sacrificial platform, looking down at their surroundings. Slaughtered slaves and demons lay everywhere, with even subjects of the Yaksha Tribe mixed among them.
They had been offered up on the altar like livestock. Corpses lay piled in dense heaps, their blood flowing in rivers.
Endless essence gathered from every direction, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, and floated above the mountain of corpses.
The blood mist filling the air had grown so thick it seemed ready to drip. What surged like waves within it was a vast mass of blood energy containing astonishing power.
At the center of the altar, it was as though an incomparably massive primordial beast lay sleeping. Its boundless aura had almost condensed into tangible form.
Under the gazes of Sudiluo and the mummy, those energies rose and fell, displaying the responsiveness of a living creature.
"Excellent. There are ample offerings this time. With this blood sacrifice, I can finally condense my dharma body and return to this mortal world in a body of flesh and blood!" The crimson flames in the mummy's eye sockets flickered violently.
Ye'e Sudiluo said, "Then begin as soon as possible, or those humans will attack."
Ye'e Sudiluo was not entirely ignorant of the Spirit Tamers' movements.
He had subordinate commanders stationed in every city under his rule. Although their organization was not as strict and closely knit as human society, enough time had passed for reports of recent events to travel up through the ranks, letting him know exactly what sort of threat his territory faced.
But compared with Fang Qianyuan himself, none of that was worth