The Heavenly Poison Secret Realm.
Several days passed, and the sacrificial rite was complete.
Shaman Mountain towered high, covered in curse script. Below it, cultivators in shamanic robes sang or danced, offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods, stirring fierce winds and thunder throughout the secret realm as insects shrieked without end.
At the summit stood an altar cast in bronze, with a massive cauldron atop it. The last trace of bloody light within the cauldron was gradually drying up, as though something had sucked it dry.
Beneath the cauldron lay three human figures fashioned from yarrow stalks, utterly ordinary, without a hint of supernatural power.
Dense black curse script writhed incessantly. An enormous, suspended head slowly emerged from the sky, its face covered by a wondrous bronze ghost mask. Its neck dripped blood, as though it had been severed.
"Open the realm."
Yuan E spoke, his voice like that of an insect.
The secret realm abruptly opened. Heavenly Poison Mountain swayed as it rose from the earth, flew into the Great Void, and headed southwest with tremendous fanfare. Along the way, it alerted the True Persons of every lineage, all of whom sensed it.
The manifestations of calamity blessing could not be concealed, especially after the ritual of sacrifice and blood contract. Yuan E now stood squarely before the golden rank. One more step forward, and a response would come!
One wielder of divine abilities after another watched the phenomenon from afar. Some sealed their mountain gates, some followed behind, and some paid it no heed. Yet this move by Heavenly Poison Mountain truly sent tremors through the entire Immortal Dao of Great Li.
How many years had it been since Great Li last witnessed such a grand attempt to seek the golden position?
Feng Yan of Northern Liao had