It was a forest full of miasma that suppressed divine intents. A closer look would reveal that the soil on the ground was dark red as if it had been soaked in blood.
In some places, white broken bones emerged from the soil and were hidden in the grass.
Feiyun slowed down and became cautious. This was a strange place, similar to a burial mound. The yin energy and resentment were thick. His footsteps were so heavy that they could even bleed.
"Your Excellency, we have been waiting here for a long time."
Two black-robed cultivators walked out of the miasma. Their sleeves were embroidered with gold, and even their heads were covered by a black hood. Their appearances could not be seen clearly, but one could feel that their bodies were nurturing a powerful spiritual energy.
These were two half-step Giants.
Just from their auras, Feng Feiyun could tell that they were the ones who carried the palanquin earlier.
There were four people carrying the palanquin. Two were dead but the other two managed to escape.
However, the palanquin was no longer in their hands. This meant that there were other heretical cultivators in this forest. Maybe the young lord was among them.
"What is this place?" Feng Feiyun smiled.
The two cultivators didn't hide anything. One of them answered: "This is a sacred ground of the Ancient Jiang. There used to be an ancient altar here.
Ten thousand years ago, the previous generation's Heavenly Witchcraft Goddess had sacrificed a hundred thousand strange beasts and a hundred thousand people to summon a wisp of the Heavenly Witchcraft God's divine soul and kill the most powerful being in the world at that time.
Ten thousand years later, this place is still filled with powerful witchcraft energy. Sometimes, the skeletons would come out from the ground. "
Such a large scale sacrificial ceremony took place here. Blood stained the earth and the skeletons didn't rot even after ten thousand years. There was still a strand of magical power in this world. Could it be that the Heavenly Witchcraft God really existed in this world?
Feng Feiyun calmly looked at the two cultivators and said: "Are you two planning to use this sacred ground to steal the Heavenly Witchcraft Divine Tree from the goddess' body?"
"Haha!
The Celestial King is indeed a smart man. The two of us have come under the orders of the Young Master of the Heretical Emperor to invite the Celestial King to witness this unprecedented moment. "
A black-robed cultivator said, his voice filled with respect and awe towards the Young Heretical Emperor.
The young lord was too confident. He wanted Feng Feiyun to watch as the Heavenly Witchcraft Divine Tree was taken away.
Since the other party dared to invite Feng Feiyun to participate in the ceremony to plunder the Heavenly Sorcerer Divine Tree, they had the absolute strength to ensure that the ceremony proceeded normally. They were not afraid that Feng Feiyun would interfere with the ceremony.
If Feng Feiyun were to watch as the tree was taken away, it would mean that he had lost. From now on, he would become a member of Dark Asura Hall and a subordinate of the heretical king's young lord.
"Pu!
Pfft!
Pfft! "Feng Feiyun naturally wouldn't wait for death. He sneered and a white light flashed in his palm. The Heavenly Weapon Essence turned into a sharp spear and instantly pierced the throats of the two black-robed half-steps in front of him. They fell straight to the ground.
Suddenly, a grunt came from the sky. A gigantic palm came crashing down on Feng Feiyun's head.
Four half-steps were killed by Feng Feiyun in one day. This was a great loss. One of the protectors was furious and wanted to teach Feng Feiyun a lesson.
They wanted to subdue Feng Feiyun but at the same time, they wouldn't let Feng Feiyun do as he pleased and kill their experts.
This was an early Giant, the 51st protector. He was sitting on a bronze chair more than a hundred miles away on an altar. He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike from a distance. This was a great art of the heretical path called the Raging Wave Palm. At grand completion, it could unleash a sixfold attack.
The 51st protector immediately took action after Feng Feiyun rejected the invitation and killed the two half-steps. The others didn't stop him since they felt that it was time to teach Feng Feiyun a lesson or they wouldn't be able to tame him.
Feng Feiyun firmly stomped on the ground and unleashed a palm strike upwards. Flames condensed on the palm and turned into myriad beast runes. With a loud boom, it shattered the Raging Wave Palm.
Feng Feiyun's legs sank down a lot. His body shook violently with his internal organs churning. He was almost injured by this palm strike.
"There's still a gap between me and an early Giant. If he uses a spirit treasure, I won't be able to stop it."
Feng Feiyun channeled the spirit energy in his body. In just a split second, his blood energy had returned to normal. Without any hesitation, his body immediately flew up and quickly escaped from this miasma forest.
More than a hundred miles away, the fifty-first protector was astonished. 'That's why he's called the number one genius. A mere fifth-level Heaven's Mandate can stop a palm strike from a Giant, truly heaven-defying.'
Keep in mind that even geniuses like Dongfang Jingshui and Beiming Potian couldn't stop a palm strike from a Giant at the fifth level.
The protector wanted to take action again but Feiyun had escaped the miasma forest and disappeared without a trace. He couldn't find him again.
"No wonder why Tuo Bahong couldn't stop Feng Feiyun. His battle prowess is so terrifying. If he reaches the Giant realm, then … it'll be unimaginable." Another protector said.
In the depths of the mountain that was filled with miasma, there was a towering sacrificial altar. It was made from black lead stones, and it was like an enormous broken mountain peak. It was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura that caused others to feel fearful at the sight of it.
Some parts of the altar were broken like the claws of a beast. Someone was currently repairing it.
Below the altar, there were hundreds of evil cultivators in black robes. Every one of them looked like they were connected to the clouds, and their cultivation was not low. Their gazes were fixed on the top of the altar, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.
Among them, five old men were the most eye-catching.
They sat on five bronze chairs with wrinkled skin and white hair. Their eyes were bright and they carried a powerful aura.
These were the five protectors of Senluo, all at the Giant realm. Two of them haven't come out for more than four hundred years. They were covered in mud as if they had just crawled out from the ground. Their auras were the strongest.
One of them said: "I've been cultivating underground for 430 years. It's only been three days but I've heard many rumors about Feng Feiyun. He might be talented but he's a scoundrel. Several talented demonesses in our temple have been harmed by him. Even if he loses, he'll go back on his word. It'll be very difficult to subdue him."
This old man was the fifth Dharma Protector Elder, and he had buried himself in the soil of a barren mountain for isolated training. He had been buried there for four hundred and thirty years, and recently, he had been stimulated by Evil Emperor's large amount of evil aura, which was why he woke up ahead of time and crawled out of the soil.
Many cultivators would bury themselves in the most desolate places in seclusion. If they could break through to the next realm, they would naturally wake up and crawl out from the soil. If they couldn't break through, they would sleep forever underground, becoming a living dead until they rotted away with time and turned back into the earth.
The other protector shook his head: "Feng Feiyun is indeed more evil and unscrupulous than us heretics. However, he's a man of his word and won't go back on his word."
"That's right. This is the reason why the heretical king and the young lord want to subdue him. Otherwise, they would have killed him already."
A muddy old man nodded and looked at the altar not far away. He narrowed his eyes and said: "If Feng Feiyun is such a person, then he definitely won't give up easily. He will definitely come back. Everyone, be careful."
"Haha!
Sixth protector is worrying too much. It's only a little Feng Feiyun. Any protector here can suppress him. He won't be able to do anything. "
An old man laughed. Then, an old man less than one and a half meters tall flew out from the clouds. His skin was as black as charcoal. His eyes were the size of beans and had a dark red color.
In his hand was a beast skin that was shining like a treasure. There were mountain and river patterns engraved on it. This was the skin of a spirit beast that had cultivated for two thousand years.
This old man was the traitor of the Witch God Temple, Grand Wisdom Master Jing Feng's uncle, Gu Lida.
Gu Lida had just returned from the Witch God's City. He was evenly matched against the twelve knights.
The fifth protector sat on his bronze chair and asked: "Gu Lida, you didn't attract the Heaven Worship Tribe's barbarians here, did you?"
Gu Lida was also from the Ancient Jiang, but he cultivated witchcraft since he was young. He was dissatisfied with the fifth protector's discrimination, but he didn't show it. He smiled and said: "How could those idiots catch up to me? I left them behind the moment I left the city. I'm sure they are still ten thousand miles away.
Plus, with Sir Walker covering the rear, no one can catch up to me. "
Gu Lida took out five three-meter-tall cauldrons from his beast skin. Inside, there was a surging blood spring with all sorts of filth. He sent them flying and they landed on top of the altar. They violently shook before being repelled by a mysterious power. Later, they slowly sank down to the five corners of the altar.
"Boom!"
The entire altar exploded with a crimson light along with the sounds of worship.