Chapter 151: Sacrificing the Entire City
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“What is this?”
“Such overwhelming power!”
Most of the spirit masters who arrived were only of the first or second rank—too weak to recognize that what they were witnessing was the opening of a secret realm.
As they stood stunned by the scene before them, figures began flying out from the vortex of golden light in front of them. The sudden emergence shocked the lower-ranked spirit masters, forcing them to retreat in panic.
These were adventurers exiting from different parts of the secret realm.
The secret realm had concluded, and everyone was forcibly expelled. Among them were Great Spirit Masters, True Spirit Masters, and even powerful Half-Step Dao Realm cultivators.
“It’s over!”
“The exploration of the secret realm has ended!”
One by one, people exited the golden vortex. Some breathed sighs of relief, glad to be free from the ever-present dangers of the realm. Others wore smiles, not only having survived but having reaped immense rewards, their strength significantly improved.
But there were also those whose faces carried sorrow. Though they had survived, their companions had perished within the secret realm forever.
Each person emerged with a different mindset. The weaker spirit masters who had been frightened by their appearance were ignored, as the returning cultivators all sought to leave quickly.
It wasn’t until a Thousand-Rank Technique Spirit Master flew out from the realm that someone finally sensed that something was wrong.
“Demonic energy!”
“Such terrifying demonic energy!”
“It’s not just here—my spiritual awareness tells me the entire surrounding area is tainted with demonic energy!”
The powerful cultivator’s exclamation quickly caught the attention of those nearby.
“Demonic energy?”
“How can that be?”
Voices of doubt arose. After all, so many powerful cultivators had just emerged from the secret realm—some even at the Half-Step Dao Realm. What kind of evil cultivator would dare provoke such strength?
However, as more and more high-level cultivators appeared, they too sensed something was wrong. The demonic energy was overwhelming and unhidden—like fireflies in the dark, impossible to ignore.
“Demonic energy!”
“The entire city is covered in it!”
“There’s a powerful demonic cultivator planning to use Yellow Mist City as a blood offering—to sacrifice every person here to feed a demonic artifact!”
When the truth became clear, expressions of horror spread among those who had just left the secret realm.
The stronger a cultivator was, the more they understood the terror of such a scheme. Anyone capable of turning an entire city into a blood sacrifice had to at least be of the Dao Realm.
With a powerful demonic artifact and a meticulously prepared ritual, who could escape this net?
Those who understood the situation were overwhelmed by fear, regardless of their origins or strength. Even disciples of the powerful Qinling Sect felt dread creeping into their hearts.
“How could this happen?”
“I just broke through… I haven’t even returned home… Am I going to die here?”
Many were filled with despair, not knowing how to face the looming disaster.
“Senior Qin!”
“What is going on?”
“How could such a powerful evil cultivator be hiding here?”
More and more disciples of the Qinling Sect appeared. The weakest among them were Ninth-Rank Great Spirit Masters; some were even Second-Rank True Spirit Masters. Yet, even they were terrified by the ominous scene and looked to Senior Qin for guidance.
Though Senior Qin was only an early-stage Second-Rank True Spirit Master, his background was extraordinary.
“Unforgivable! To dare commit such cruelty within Qinling’s domain… Don’t panic. I’ll contact my grandfather. He’ll come personally. That demonic cultivator won’t leave here alive.”
Though shaken, Senior Qin was a fearless powerhouse, quickly pulling out a life-saving artifact and a communication talisman given to him by his grandfather.
At this time, Qinling’s Supreme Elder and the National General of Da Qing’s Yuantong Town were both rushing toward Yellow Mist City. However, the distance from Qinling and Tianyuan City was significant—they couldn’t arrive immediately.
High above Yellow Mist City, the mysterious demonic cultivator fixed his gaze on the secret realm’s exit. As he watched the powerful cultivators emerge, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
He was the first to discover the secret realm’s imminent opening. Posing as a master, he had freely shared the news.
Everyone gathered here had taken the bait, lured by the secret realm—and were now his blood offerings.
The more “fish” he caught, the greater his harvest.
“Excellent, excellent…” the old demon laughed, admiring the feast he had gathered. When everyone had arrived, he would activate the blood sacrifice array, feeding them all to his demonic artifact.
Finally, top experts like Chen Fei—Half-Step Dao Realm and peak Ninth-Rank cultivators—emerged.
The moment they came out, they noticed the fear on the faces of those around them. It was clear something was very wrong.
“Demonic energy!”
“All of Yellow Mist City is soaked in it!”
“Someone intends to sacrifice the entire city!”
Those who came out last quickly understood the dire situation. Though powerful, they too were shaken. No one could remain calm when facing a cultivator bold enough to sacrifice an entire city.
“Senior Min!”
“Senior Min!”
Disciples of Qinling spotted their strongest peer at the scene: Min, a Half-Step Dao Realm Technique Spirit Master. They rushed toward him like drowning people clinging to driftwood, hoping he could help them escape.
But even Senior Min, eyebrows tightly furrowed, had no solution.
The stronger one was, the more clearly they could sense how terrifyingly dense the demonic energy was.
“A Dao Realm demonic cultivator!”
“And not a low-tier one—mid-tier at the very least!”
“Possibly Fourth or even Fifth Rank!”
Senior Min’s face turned dark as he subconsciously looked at Chen Fei in the distance.
“Brother Chen Fei, you are the strongest cultivator here!”
“This evil cultivator is immensely powerful—mid-tier Dao Realm. Do you have any way to break the formation?”
“Brother Chen Fei, if we can’t break free, we won’t just die—every soul in Yellow Mist City will be sacrificed!”
“Brother Chen Fei, do you have a plan?”
At that moment, all eyes turned to Chen Fei.
