Millet Village was only a small village, after all, with limited materials, so the altar they built was extremely crude.
Su Jiu laid a formation beneath the altar. Instantly, a beam of golden light shot into the sky, a sight nothing short of a divine miracle in the mortal world.
She glanced at the villagers, who were still standing there in a daze, and frowned. "Get inside, now."
The bolder ones stepped in first. Only after seeing that nothing happened to them did the timid ones follow.
Those who entered the formation felt warmth spread throughout their bodies. Even their energy seemed to rise a little.
Serving as the formation's core, Yun Huanling single-handedly sustained the circulation of spiritual energy throughout the great formation.
Su Jiu glanced at him and thought, As expected of someone from the Yun Household. Yun Huanling's Eight Gates and Hidden Armor Art certainly deserves recognition.
She repeatedly warned the villagers, "Originally, this formation allowed neither entry nor exit. I modified it slightly and left a 'door' for those who haven't entered yet, making it possible to enter and leave. But every advantage comes with a drawback. If you leave after entering, the formation will be destroyed. I trust none of you will choose to gamble with your own life at a time like this."
The villagers nodded fearfully.
The old village chief looked at the sun overhead, then gestured to the men beside him who were escorting Yaya onto the altar.
Su Jiu noticed that the villagers simply watched Yaya being pushed onto the altar without any change in their expressions. Such cold-hearted indifference sent a chill through her. To them, Yaya probably was not a person at all, but merely a lifeless offering. Most looked at her that way, though a few women showed