Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Blood Calamity at the Altar

“Slash!”

“Pfft, pfft, pfft…” In the slave arena, over two hundred heads fall to the ground; this serves as a warning to others!

The slaves shiver in fear as the Giant Armored Tribe randomly selects three hundred individuals to kill, gathering five hundred as offerings, which the priest dances to present to the great Changsheng Tian.

The scene is gruesome, but the blood of these individuals emits a faint purple and dark blue hue, their souls roar and release a malevolent aura, requiring the combined efforts of dozens of priests to stabilize the situation.

The old priest cackles, “Kekeke, among these slaves, many are Demon Cultivators from the Human Race. Good, very good! Changsheng Tian loves fierce offerings the most.”

The current head of the slaves, Li Xiao Jiu, wears a strange smile and says coldly, “Let the sacrifice begin! I have personally prepared these offerings for Changsheng Tian, which are infused with the Blood Curse. The gates of hell are slowly opening for these fools. Hiss, hiss, hiss, Li Hui is bold enough to release my path of hell! Who cares about Tian Xin, the demonic heart, demon heart, ghost heart, and heart of Dao? Once I gather enough calamity power, I’ll…”

As the wind blows silently, Li Xiao Jiu suddenly exclaims, “Forget!”

The heart of hell swiftly fades away, and the previous demonic heart no longer remembers its existence; forgetting is a calamity! The Six Paths coexist and can switch at any time; otherwise, how could Li Hui call himself the Unrivaled Calamity Master?

Old Li is the Unrivaled Calamity Master, yet he is far from being like Li Hui at this moment; it’s merely due to Changsheng Tian’s tribulation failure that the heavens and earth have recognized his status.

It takes forty thousand years for an Unrivaled Calamity Master to appear, which speaks to the difficult nature of such an event. However, many things have changed. While Li Hui learned the Immortal Bird talisman to heal wounds, he suddenly felt waves of panic. The source of this anxiety comes from the vast grassland, reminding him of Changsheng Tian.

No need to mention that the heavens acknowledge the Unrivaled Calamity Master; the Six Paths of Reincarnation had previously swallowed the Great Formation of Demons and Ghosts, and that bronze coffin with the witch priestess inside was led away by Changsheng Tian. Since a grudge has been established, there’s no room for reconciliation.

Changsheng Tian has lived for far too long. The Wutu first god is merely a means for him to resist the great calamity after ten thousand years; no one knows where his ancient true form lies.

Li Hui doesn’t know where this old thing conceals his true body, but it doesn’t hinder him from taking action. The curse, gu, poison, demon, and calamity — all five are merging with the talisman methods, secretly eroding various altars and tribe priests through the Giant Armored Tribe priests, ready to erupt upon completion.

The order in the slave arena soon resumes, with both public and private slaves treating “Lord Nine” with the utmost respect.

The chief believes this group of slaves is unstable, so he prefers to lower the price and quickly sell off the majority. Thus, the next half a month is lively, with many tribes arriving in the distance, bringing large horned horses and camels to exchange for human slaves, making the slave market exceptionally vibrant.

Twenty days later, the tribes begin to migrate to where the water and grass are lush. As for forcing the slaves to mine, other tribes will have the slaves do the same once they arrive. They have continued this practice for thousands of years and will not stay in one place for too long.

Li Hui notices an interesting phenomenon. The Human Race excels at communication; since every Giant Armored Tribe has human slaves, they have secretly woven a complex web of relationships, with some Human Race cultivators becoming divine slaves or even divine envoys, holding significant positions within the tribe.

“Interesting, divine power, royal power, and slave power are intertwined. On this vast grassland, the number of humans isn’t small. When the time is right, I can guide them forcefully, breaking the old rules to establish new ones, revitalizing the doomed game on the Wutu Continent.”

“Boom, boom, boom…” Thunder roars in the sky, and lightning spreads down, crashing down on a corner of the altar, creating chaos among the migrating Giant Armored Tribe. The priests quickly kneel and chant prayers.

“Boom, boom, boom…” The entire vast grassland trembles as if to prove the saying, “Heaven has unpredictable storms; humans face fortunes and misfortunes in the blink of an eye.”

Calamity clouds fill the sky above all tribes, with lightning striking repeatedly, targeting Changsheng Tian’s altar.

The overwhelming might of heaven causes the priests to tremble; they feel the immense calamity closing in, just like the prophecies recorded by their ancestors on the tribal stele. This is a trial from the gods, descending once every ten thousand years.

In the magnificent royal court of the Giant Armored Tribe, the tallest Towering Pillar roars, “Who is it? Who triggered the calamity power early?”

All the royal court priests and divine slaves kneel, as they have never seen a god so enraged; something terrible must have happened, invoking the supreme Changsheng Tian’s wrath.

“Boom…” Countless altars across the vast grassland erupt with flames, and the priests order the Giant Armored soldiers to extinguish the fire.

Not long after, as the flames dissipate, terrifying talisman patterns are revealed on the altar, beginning to draw in dark energy, slave blood, remnant souls, and spiritual energy from the sky and the earth.

This scene is too horrifying; the priests hear devilish sounds piercing their minds, and the accumulated demonic thoughts explode simultaneously, leaving no trace of submissiveness on their faces.

A high priest laughs maniacally, “Hahaha, what is Changsheng Tian? Treating us like the most despicable slaves and offerings! The Giant Armored Tribe is a noble race; why should we suffer under his exploitation for generations? No, no, I will do everything within my power to restore order; today, I will slay the god.”

“Our god is unjust! Destroy him! Annihilate him! Slay him!”

“O Changsheng Tian! We will pull you down from your altar; we are now Changsheng Tian!” The priests are frenzied, and in reality, rebellious thoughts have spread for many years.

Changsheng Tian’s demands have become excessive; the priests of the major tribes understand that every ten thousand years, the god must face a terrifying calamity and needs blood sacrifices from countless Giant Armored tribe members to share the calamity power. However, he falsely claims this is a warning to the Giant Armored Tribe to be more submissive and fearful.

Li Hui observes from a distance, lightly muttering, “Unexpectedly smooth; most of the priests have been swayed by demonic thoughts to curse Changsheng Tian, and the calamity power gathers from all directions. Soon, this dual identity of Changsheng Tian will not only fail to provide support but become a burden, even bringing forth the great calamity ahead of time.”

“Woo, woo, woo…” The sound of horns echoes across the grassland; the major tribes with one hundred thousand Giant Armored soldiers begin to move, migrating in the opposite direction of the royal court, unwilling to offer sacrifices.

Changsheng Tian is the deity of the Giant Armored Tribe, but the priests exercise the divine power; their every word and action determines the future of the entire grassland.

Calamity clouds expand wider, spreading from the vast grassland into the Barbarian Nation, and then moving toward Daxia. All cultivators across the land sense something unusual. The winds howl, and thunder sounds rumble, as countless bolts of lightning crash down, shattering the altar of Changsheng Tian, turning it into ash, but this is not the end; it is the beginning.

Most of Changsheng Tian’s priests suffer broken meridians and violently spew reverse blood. Their blood splashes onto the ground, merging with the ashes to create a spectacular blood-red “calamity” imprint on the earth.

Previously, the grassland had numerous altars; now, there are just as many blood-red “calamity” characters, with edges like blades pointing in one direction.

“I know it’s you, Li Hui, how dare you…” Before the words finish spreading, countless calamity characters rise into the sky, like a dazzling blood sun, releasing terror.