The Sacrifice Begins
Bai Kejin's successful escape certainly did not give Listening Tide Sect a chance to catch him. After realizing that the person who would expose the information had been completely released, He Lun had no choice but to try his best to bring forward the date of the sacrifice.
Fortunately, the originally scheduled date was in the next few days, so even if it's a little earlier, it won't be a big problem.
On the contrary, only by allowing the Beast God to stand on this land again before the other two sects learn the truth can the Listening Tide Sect escape this calamity.
He Lun had thought it through very clearly. With the addition of Jing Huan and his group who volunteered to die, he not only had enough offerings, but also enough food to feed the Beast God after its reappearance.
He Lun and the other disciples of the Listening Tide Sect felt there was no need to wait any longer. After the altar was set up, they patiently waited until the morning light pierced through the clouds before all the cultivators in the dark room were finally released.
They hadn't seen sunlight in so long that when they were brought to the ground, some of them couldn't bear it and raised their hands to shield their eyes from the blinding light.
Once their eyes adjusted to the light, everyone could clearly see the enormous altar within the Listening Tide Sect.
That was where their lives ended.
As the sacrificial offerings were brought forward one by one, He Lun even asked his nephew Zhao Ting, who was in charge of these people, "Which one is Sang Ying? Point her out so I can see."
Zhao Ting immediately pointed out Sang Ying in the dense crowd and ordered the guards to forcibly pull her out of the horrible crowd.
Lan Fusheng and the others instinctively tried to grab Sang Ying's skirt to protect her. But the moment they made their move, the guards immediately raised their sticks and struck them hard.
"Behave yourselves, or we'll make you pay!" the guard yelled viciously.
Their domineering nature forced everyone to behave themselves. Of course, most of the visiting cultivators had already prepared for this day. Their empty Dantian made them realize that escaping was simply impossible.
Sang Ying was forcibly brought before He Lun Zhao Ting's men, who even wanted her to kneel down before him.
But Sang Ying was of course not going to listen, and even though the guard used all his strength, he couldn't kick Sang Ying down.
Seeing that the ceremony was about to begin, He Lun didn't bother with such trivial matters and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, I'm going to die soon anyway, no need to worry about these things."
The guard then abandoned the difficult task and simply pushed Sang Ying closer to the sect leader.
Looking at Sang Ying's beautiful face, He Lun felt a pang of regret. "If you hadn't been so ungrateful, I might have let you go once our sect found enough sacrifices. It's such a pity you had to go against our Listening Tide Sect."
"It's not a pity. Going against the Listening Tide Sect is the least regrettable thing I've ever done. I just regret choosing the wrong people. If I had known that you Cloud Mulberry Realm had so much prejudice against us outsiders, I wouldn't have entrusted everyone's lives to them," Sang Ying sneered.
As soon as she said these words, Jing Huan and the others' expressions immediately turned even uglier. Guilt and regret instantly filled their hearts, causing them to lower their heads immediately, not daring to look at the foreign cultivators they had harmed.
What Sang Ying wanted was their guilt and regret.
After all, she and the other party were just strangers who had met by chance, and whether or not they came to rescue her was their choice, so Sang Ying had no reason to criticize them. But these people had deceived Lan Fusheng and the others, ruining their carefully laid plans.
Sang Ying's current goal is to make these people realize their mistakes. Once this matter is resolved and the Listening Tide Sect is no longer standing in the way, it will be easier for them to build good relations with the other two sects, thanks to their sense of guilt.
Sang Ying had a very clever plan, but Jing Huan and the others, who were convinced that they could not escape, did not think much about it. They only hoped that Bai Kejin, who had escaped, could find his sect leader as soon as possible and avenge them!
He Lun realized Sang Ying's stubbornness and let out another cold snort.
He waved for the guards to take Sang Ying away; he had no interest in continuing the conversation with this arrogant person. "Then I'll see how long you can keep up your stubbornness."
Sang Ying was returned to the crowd, and He Lun was ready to open the altar.
Time was up quickly, and the black cloth in the center of the altar was suddenly ripped open with great force, allowing rich Spiritual Qi to freely emanate from the central pool.
The visiting monks immediately felt an unprecedented attraction to the pool, making them unable to resist the urge to plunge in.
But soon, He Lun's figure leaping onto the altar drew everyone's attention.
Awakening the Beast God was something He Lun spearheaded, and this sacrificial ceremony was something he had dug up from ancient books.
However, the ancient books were separated from the present by too much time, and many of the characters were already blurred and illegible. He Lun had no choice but to rely on guesswork to create the altar and the method of awakening.
At this moment, He Lun held a long sword, and with the movement of the sword, the first batch of sacrifices, who were tightly bound, flew down onto the altar.
Countless sharp weapons were scattered around the altar. It seemed that as soon as He Lun finished reciting the Mnemonic, these weapons would pierce through everyone's bodies, causing the cultivators' blood to flow into the spirit pool.
"Once the blood is bathed in the Spirit Pool, this sacrifice will be complete. When the Beast God is born, our Listening Tide Sect will be forever bathed in the glory of the Beast God, and no other sect will be able to compare with us!" Zhao Ting looked at the scene in front of him, his heart pounding wildly, and he couldn't stop smiling.
He Lun kept chanting something, and his hand movements became increasingly complex, dazzling to behold.
Water churned continuously in the spirit pool at the center of the altar. Just then, a group of the Listening Tide Sect disciples carried a huge white skeleton and walked step by step onto the altar.
"What's that?" someone asked quietly in the crowd.
Before anyone could answer, the mournful cries of Demon Beast and spiritual beasts suddenly echoed all around the Listening Tide Sect.
Not far away, in the turbulent Endless Sea, countless sea Demon Beast approached the direction of the Listening Tide Sect. They dared not get too close, for fear of being stranded, but even so, the mournful cries emanating from the Demon Beast demonstrated to everyone their reverence for the Beast God.
As the master of the Endless Sea, Jin Liner naturally sensed this special quality.
She smelled the faint, utterly repulsive odor in the air; she knew her enemy was about to resurface.
Within the Listening Tide Sect, someone finally looked at the still enormous skeleton, even after it had been dismantled, and gave an answer, "That's the Beast God! The remains of the previous Beast God!"