"What the fuck is this thing?"
Although Chen Ping had already vaguely sensed an extremely evil power seemingly lurking within this altar through the Spiritual Power he had sent piercing through the secret chamber's door.
Only after truly entering the secret chamber, however, did Chen Ping finally feel the full, suffocating horror of the atmosphere within.
The entire secret chamber had a simple layout: just an offering table holding an incense burner and a stone tablet, with the words "Holy Emperor, God of Slaughter Xiu Puruosi" carved into it.
Beneath Chen Ping's feet, grooves twisted and connected, gray and indistinct. Only a complete scan with Spiritual Power could reveal that the shape these grooves ultimately formed was actually an enormous bat pattern.
Standing in this room, Chen Ping felt an aura of madness so dense it seemed almost impossible to disperse. Thick red mist shrouded nearly the entire secret chamber. This red mist was not killing intent, but an aura of extreme evil, a coldness that could freeze even one's marrow.
The evil, icy red ripples contained the resentment, pain, and terror of countless souls, enveloping the entire secret chamber like hell made manifest.
This time, he really had stumbled straight into some incredible information...
Looking at the large words "Holy Emperor, God of Slaughter Xiu Puruosi" on the secret chamber's stone tablet, Chen Ping felt thoroughly unsettled.
So the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Emperor, that Holy Emperor who existed only in its doctrines, actually existed?
Chen Ping still had some recollection of God of Slaughter Xiu Puruosi: a subordinate deity of the Asura God in Douluo Continent, an enforcer under his command who, like the God of War and the God of Speed, was a Second-Level God.
But if Chen Ping remembered correctly, hadn't this fellow been sealed away?