At this moment, not only those present—even every corner of the Lost Soul Domain projected this scene. Everyone held their breath, their gazes fixed on Lu Ren.
"The Death God Sacrifice is finally about to begin!"
"During the Death God Sacrifice, the stronger one's talent, the larger the Death God phantom they can summon. Being able to summon a Death God phantom ten zhang tall already qualifies one as a genius!"
"Just how tall will this Clan Chief's Death God be?"
Anticipation filled countless faces.
Many of the older generation among them had witnessed many Death God Sacrifice ceremonies.
The most shocking had been when Wang Cangjue ascended the throne. The Death God phantom he summoned had reached a full twenty zhang in height.
The taller the Death God phantom, the more terrifying the Power of Faith obtained.
The crowd whispered among themselves.
Standing within the altar, Lu Ren carefully dripped a drop of his vital blood into it as though it were a priceless treasure.
In an instant, the runes within the altar seemed to come alive. Like nimble butterflies, they flew up on their own and wove themselves around Lu Ren's body.
A thunderous rumble rang out!
Above Lu Ren's head, a Death God phantom clad in a long robe and wielding a scythe slowly emerged like a ghost.
The Death God phantom gradually swelled as though being inflated. In the blink of an eye, it towered thirty zhang high, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
For a time, every corner of the Lost Soul Domain erupted in uproar, with people discussing the sight in shock.
"The Death God phantom he summoned is actually thirty zhang tall. Could his talent be even greater than Wang Cangjue's?"
"The Lost Soul Clan has finally welcomed a peerless prodigy, one unmatched through the ages!"