At first, those words seemed perfectly reasonable, but on closer examination, they were riddled with holes.
Although cultivators from the Azure Tide Sect were generally fierce and unyielding, surely suicide was taking things a little too far.
Besides, a cultivator at the Spirit Transformation Stage had dozens of ways to restrain one in the Nascent Soul Realm. Claiming that they feared suicide made the explanation even harder to defend.
Su Jiu kept feeling that things were not as simple as she had imagined. Perhaps the person behind this was using one scheme to conceal something buried even deeper.
As for that person's true objective, even Mask Man probably knew very little.
No one else had noticed the confusion that had flickered through Mask Man's eyes just now, but Su Jiu had caught that emotion clearly.
After speaking, Mask Man naturally realized the flaws in his own words. He said nothing more and simply planted the fragment in his hand beside Su Jiu's feet.
The last fragment was planted in a spot between Su Jiu and Ming Yun.
Su Jiu noticed what seemed to be a faint, barely visible line on the ground, connecting the three fragments in a straight line.
Once he had finished, Mask Man withdrew to the very center of the Sacrificial Altar.
With a sweep of his sleeve, a shaft of red light instantly rose from the ground, sealing off every side of the Sacrificial Altar without leaving a single gap.
The red light did not extend upward indefinitely. After reaching a height of roughly ninety feet, its upper edges suddenly converged.
The entire altar was thus completely enclosed within the red light.
Su Jiu pressed her lips together. Judging by this alone, it really did resemble the altar on Netherworld Mountain when the ritual had been