Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1513 - 928: Plateau Passage

Chapter 1513: Chapter 928: Plateau Passage

Using the stone coffin as an altar, the Butcher was not seeing it for the first time, he had even witnessed more bizarre altars.

Not just once, but many times, and precisely because of this, he was able to react immediately.

However, any altar must follow certain rules.

Only in this way can the altar be communicated with and the power of sacrifice be exercised.

It’s definitely not something you can use any random object for.

Nor is it something you can set up haphazardly.

The reason the Butcher was horrified was the segment of finger bone and that half-broken tooth.

Although he didn’t know what use these two items had, the ominous aura emanating from them made his spine shiver with cold.

His spirits trembled, his eyes narrowed, and he dared not move forward.

The Emperor had explicitly informed him that the mysterious power was the mastermind behind the black chaos.

Causing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to be in constant turmoil, the dark beings that held the Immortal Domain captive were just weaker versions of the mysterious power, yet even these weaker versions directly created four Dark Quasi-Celestial Emperors.

He was skilled and brave, he was reckless, but not a fool.

In fact, for an ancient monster like him, who had lived for countless millennia and witnessed numerous planets transition from prosperity to extinction, none of them were really dumb.

It was just his nature, combined with extreme confidence in his strength, that made him unwilling to think about twisted complications.

But now things were different...

An even more magnificent and grand world lay before him.

His insignificant skills were nothing in comparison.

There are always greater heavens beyond our skies, and stronger people beyond ourselves, so he dared not act recklessly in this situation.

Looking up, the Butcher pondered and suddenly noticed the four red lacquered wood pillars.

Only then did he realize that they were not simply red lacquered, each was intricately engraved with totems, winding upwards.

The patterns were twisted and grotesque, resembling beasts yet appearing as words.

He scrutinized them for a long time, unable to understand what they were meant to convey, and had to rely on his Divine Skills to imprint the images of the totems.

Throughout the process, the Butcher was extremely cautious.

What should have been done in one thought took almost three times the time.

After finishing everything, the Butcher’s gaze finally fixed on the incense burner and the black finger bone, and the dark broken tooth above the stone coffin.

There was no incense burning in the incense burner, but it still seemed to emanate an ancient and mysterious fragrance.

This scent caused the Butcher to feel dizzy, as if a thousand voices were whispering in his ears, driving him to the brink of madness.

The black finger bone was long and thin, covered with a faint dark glow, not just a simple bone; there was a layer of skin wrapped around it, resembling dried, preserved fish, looking quite sinister.

The crack of the broken finger had traces of dark sediment, which sparkled with dark light.

That soil...

Just one glance made the Butcher’s heart pound, his mind let out a muffled groan, and he immediately withdrew his gaze.

The soil was even more sinister.

Clearly it was just some imperceptible dust particles, but it felt like facing a vast, boundless world, almost pulling his mind into it, accentuating the ominous aura.

As for that half-broken tooth, its fractures were jagged and uneven, as if hastily snapped and placed there, also smeared with some soil.

The peculiarity was the soil.

The Butcher realized abruptly.

He didn’t dare move rashly, nor dare to use Divine Skills to imprint the scene here like before.

His intuition told him that doing so might trigger extremely ominous events.

Though he did not understand what the soil represented.

His years of experience told him that it’s best not to touch the unknown, let alone move it, or he wouldn’t even know how he died.

Fortunately, he had been cautious all along, even when dealing with those polluted dark beings, he stopped at a critical point and did not pursue relentlessly.

He secretly felt lucky that he hadn’t acted recklessly and began to carefully retreat.

The altar remained as usual, nothing unusual happened.

The small stone coffin lay there, its purpose unknown.

A moment later, the Butcher exited the Abyss and returned to the surface, his entire body soaked like a mortal.

The mist around continued to surge.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, cleansed his robes, and stepped out, leaving trails of shadows behind, returning at a speed several times faster than when he came.

At the entrance.

The old Quasi-King stared at the swirling black mist before him, his eyes almost burning with worry.

Although the black tide no longer spread outward, the dark beings within continued to emerge intermittently. Of course, each one was weak, even with the strength boost from becoming dark beings, still too weak, and he slapped them to death.

That was a minor matter, his real concern was the Butcher encountering trouble inside.

The Butcher’s current status was special; not only was he a peerless fiend from several great epochs ago, but he was also an envoy of the Holy Land.

With such dual status.

If something happened to him, the consequences would be beyond what a mere Quasi-King could bear.

This was also due to the old Quasi-King’s honest nature.

If it had been someone more cunning, they might indeed hope for trouble.

After all, even if something happened, it would be on account of the Mysterious Land, and would have nothing to do with them personally.

Moreover, the Holy Land would focus more attention here, perhaps even the Emperor would descend.