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Chapter 1603 - 976: The Land of Sacrifice_3

Chapter 1603: Chapter 976: The Land of Sacrifice_3

But at this moment, all the vitality here has already perished, becoming history, becoming the dust here.

If Jiang Hui were here, he would definitely be astonished.

Because the Sacrificial Sea looks almost identical to the scene within that Altar.

Only one difference.

One is blood-red and tumultuous.

The other is tranquil and serene, radiating a pure and flawless golden brilliance.

At the center of the monumental waves.

There stands a black altar.

Formed by unknown massive stones, grand, ancient, and boundlessly majestic.

Clearly, the surroundings are filled with blood waves surging skyward, yet here it remains exceptionally calm.

All commotion, upon approaching this altar, subsides completely.

Billowing and unceasing black mist surges from all directions, resembling giant black curtains, but upon nearing this altar, they remain unmoving.

From within the black mist, a few muffled voices are heard.

It seems someone is approaching this place.

With a rumbling disturbance, a black light descends onto the altar.

Forming a long gray stone stairway.

Ten towering figures emerge from the side of the stone stairway.

The aura of each figure is exaggerated to the extreme, Rules transforming into a blood-colored mantle, draped behind the three, each step causing myriad Great Taoist laws to wail and collapse.

If outsiders were to see, they would surely tremble, utterly amazed.

Because those ten figures are all ancestors of the Bizarre Clan, possessing supreme battle power, suppressing one era after another.

The Ten Great Ancestors, now united, if word of this spreads, even those of the Bizarre Clan of the end-level existence would be left dumbfounded, incredulous.

Even more unbelievable is that the Ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, at this moment, are all like pilgrims, with utmost devotion, stepping into the altar, bowing toward the altar on the stairway.

At the end of each era, they come here for a major sacrifice, offering the souls, blood, bones, beliefs, wills, and mighty powers of their enemies, and even all beings’ seven emotions and six desires here.

But today, although it is clearly not an era of absolute extinction, they have still descended here, and even the ten ancestors appear together.

Mysteriously, they were summoned here, awakened specifically from eternal silence, arriving at this place.

After performing the kneeling ritual, the ten mysterious ancestors looked toward the ancient altar with anxious yet excited expressions.

There, unlike other altars,

only one shining black Stone Wall, surface ordinary, looking like common stone without any distinction.

Yet a sense of profound ancient charm flows from it.

Through the long ages, aside from their ten great ancestors.

Even those among their clan at the end level don’t know whom they are truly sacrificing for.

After all, in their clan’s view, they already represent the utmost in this boundless Universe, the strongest entities across all time and space, all dimensions, have reached every pinnacle, with no further progression possible.

But only they know.

All the power they possess originates from an Imprint of some unknown entity on this Stone Wall.

The Primordial Material they speak of is nothing but the ashes of that being.

For countless ages, they have sacrificed all living beings, sacrificed all Great Taoist laws and orders.

Their desire is to resurrect that legendary being, hoping to attain the singular Method of Transcendence.

Yet through eternal time, they have sacrificed countless generations, buried one era after another.

Blood Seas surge skyward, corpses littering the land.

Still, no changes have occurred here.

The black Stone Wall, like a bottomless Black Hole, has stood silently here since the beginning.

But today, strange movements emanate...