novellk Chapter 1446: The Pride of All Races Becomes the Sacrifice
Chapter 1446: The Pride of All Races Becomes the Sacrifice
Chapter 1446: The Pride of All Races Becomes the Sacrifice
Wang Xian chuckled and ignored them, continuing to observe this strange world.
Suddenly, Wang Xian discovered some strange lines on the ground, which seemed to form some mysterious pattern.
He leaned over to take a look, and as soon as he got close, the patterns suddenly lit up with a strange blue light, and a powerful spiritual impact attacked Wang Xian.
Before Wang Xian could react, the 'Soul Tower' that had just fallen silent in Wang Xian's sea of consciousness had reawakened.
The Soul Tower instantly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating Wang Xian's sea of consciousness as bright as day. This light was pure and blazing, with an innate nobility and majesty, forming a sharp contrast with the strange blue divine consciousness impact.
The blue impact came like a surging tide, but the moment it touched the light of the Soul Tower, it was like hitting an invisible wall of steel and was easily bounced back.
Not only that, the 'Soul Tower' seemed to have a different "perception" of this spiritual attack, and in the process of resisting it, it actually captured a strange existence from it.
They are a kind of phantom-like, translucent creatures. They are like nimble fish swimming in the ocean of spiritual consciousness.
This creature was extremely mysterious, emitting a faint fluorescent light all over its body, appearing and disappearing, as if it was coexisting with the attacking spiritual consciousness, and would have difficulty surviving if it left.
Wang Xian's consciousness was staring at this strange creature in his sea of consciousness, his heart full of curiosity and confusion.
The Soul Tower seemed to know what Wang Xian was thinking. Its light trembled slightly, and it slowly pulled the mysterious creature to the front of Wang Xian's consciousness.
Wang Xian carefully touched it with his consciousness, and instantly, a large amount of unfamiliar information flooded into his mind.
It turns out that these creatures are special products of this mysterious land, relying on powerful fluctuations of spiritual consciousness to obtain energy and reproduce and survive.
They can sense the dangers and opportunities around them, and also possess a unique "memory" ability that allows them to store some of the information from the spiritual consciousness they come into contact with.
As he read the information stored by these creatures, Wang Xian's brows gradually furrowed.
A series of intermittent and blurry pictures flashed in his mind one by one like broken puzzle pieces.
At first, it was a chaotic scene with countless flashing lights, shouts and roars intertwined.
Wang Xian saw countless geniuses. They came from different races. Some of them were emitting flames all over their bodies, some had crystal clear wings behind them, and some were surrounded by mysterious runes.
These geniuses are all the best in their respective races, with confidence and pride flashing in their eyes. However, at this moment, they are being escorted by the "weird clan" and heading towards an unknown place.
The picture was distorted, as if it was torn apart by an invisible hand.
Wang Xian saw that some of the proud ones were unwilling to be escorted and rose up in resistance.
A young man surrounded by lightning condensed a long sword shining with lightning in his hand and slashed at the "weird clan" that was escorting them.
Wherever the lightning flashed, the space shook. However, the "weird clan" escorting him just waved his right hand lightly, and a burst of energy instantly annihilated the boy's attack.
The young man was hit by the energy, spitting blood and fell heavily to the ground. He was then dragged up by two creatures from the "weird clan" and continued to walk forward.
Then, a huge and terrifying altar appeared on the screen.
The altar was built of huge black stones, engraved with strange runes. The runes glowed with dark red light, as if blood was flowing.
The geniuses of all races were escorted to the altar and thrown into it one by one.
They struggled and shouted desperately in the altar, and their voices echoed in the dead silent space.
Wang Xian's consciousness fluctuated as the images flashed. He felt as if he were in the middle of it and could feel the fear and despair of those geniuses.
The picture became blurry again, and then gradually became clear again. The creatures of the "weird clan" were seen surrounding the altar, muttering to themselves.
As they chanted, the runes on the altar glowed brighter and brighter, slowly extracting a mysterious substance from the bodies and souls of the geniuses of all races.
This substance was light golden in color. Even though Wang Xian only saw the light golden substance through the picture, he could still feel the magic of the light golden substance.
Afterwards, the pale golden mysterious substances were collected by the creatures of the "weird clan" and put into transparent containers.
These images kept repeating, breaking, and reappearing. Wang Xian realized that the reason these images were intermittent was probably because the magical creatures that recorded this information had been destroyed, and these images were the incomplete memories they passed down with the help of some unknown ability.
Wang Xian tried hard to find clues in these broken pictures, trying to piece together a complete truth.
Suddenly, Wang Xian noticed that above the altar where the geniuses of all races were being sacrificed, there was a blurry figure with an unclear face.
Wang Xian could feel a strong sense of oppression emanating from him. He was holding a scepter in his hand, and on the top of the scepter was something that emitted a blood-red light. The thing was too dazzling and it was impossible to see clearly what it was, but it contained endless strange power.
Wang Xian's consciousness closely followed the figure, trying to see his true face.
However, just when he was about to see clearly, the picture suddenly disappeared, replaced by darkness.
After a long time, the picture slowly emerged again.
This time, what appeared was the scene before the geniuses of all races were escorted away.
They live a peaceful and beautiful life in their respective ethnic territories.
Some were playing, some were chatting with their tribesmen, and laughter filled the air.
However, this beautiful scene did not last long. Suddenly, black cracks appeared in the sky, and the creatures of the "weird clan" poured out from the cracks, and a disaster befell.
The strong men from all races rose up to resist, but the creatures of the 'weird clan' were too powerful, and their attacks seemed vulnerable in front of the strange creatures.
Soon, the territories of all races were breached, and countless geniuses from all races were captured.
In the picture, a young girl is in tears. She looks at her people lying in a pool of blood, her eyes filled with hatred and despair.
She was caught by a strange creature and struggled hard, but could not break free.
She was thrown into the altar, her body and soul shattered, and a pale golden mysterious substance was squeezed out.
There are many scenes like this, and some even include many infants in cradles.
Wang Xian was furious after watching these scenes, and his murderous intent was overwhelming.
Wang Xian was not a good person, and he had slaughtered some races wantonly, but he couldn't do it to a baby in swaddling clothes! In the end, the vague figure above the altar seemed to sense something, and gently waved the scepter in his hand. The terrifying energy burst out from the unknown thing on the top of the scepter that was emitting a blood-red light, and swept across the world in an instant.
This was the end of all the information Wang Xian read from those magical creatures.
Recalling the scene he had just read, Wang Xian frowned even deeper. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Suddenly, Wang Xian's eyes widened, and he finally realized that something was wrong.
strength!
There’s something wrong with the combat power of those geniuses, and there’s also something wrong with the combat power of the strong men of the races to which those geniuses belong!
It is basically certain that those geniuses all come from various top races or forces, but the combat power exerted by the strong men of those top races and forces is actually only at the "Immortal Venerable Level", and some of them are even only at the "Immortal Emperor Level".
This kind of combat power is definitely not what a strong person from a top race or force should have.
The top races or forces, not to mention the 'Ten-Turn Immortal Emperor' or the 'Nine-Turn Immortal Emperor', should at least have the 'Eighth-Turn Immortal Emperor' or the 'Seventh-Turn Immortal Emperor', right?
But what about the top races and forces in the picture?
There isn't even a 'First-level Immortal Emperor', not even a 'Quasi-Immortal Emperor'!
Something is wrong!
Twelve out of ten things are wrong!
Wang Xian had a guess in his mind. In order to confirm this guess, Wang Xian's consciousness touched those magical creatures again.
The scene he just saw appeared in Wang Xian's mind again. This time, Wang Xian did not focus on those geniuses and the "weird clan", but carefully observed the environment in the picture.
Soon after, the scene ended, and a look of understanding appeared on Wang Xian's face.
The Age of Absolute Spirits!
This is by no means a simple term for the times, it is a huge disaster that is enough to subvert the entire era.
In the Age of Absolute Spirits, all spirits between heaven and earth completely disappeared.
Relying on the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the monks practice their skills, display their magical powers, and roam freely in the vast world.
However, once the spiritual energy was lost, everything changed drastically.
Without the replenishment of spiritual energy from the outside world, the monks can only rely on the pitiful remaining spiritual energy in their bodies to fight.
This is like a tree without roots and water without a source; every time you cast a spell, you are consuming your own roots.
Those powerful individuals who once dominated the top races and forces also saw their strength greatly reduced due to the lack of spiritual energy.
The combat power of 'Immortal Venerable Level' and 'Immortal Emperor Level' was already the limit of what they could display in that era. As for 'Quasi-Immortal Emperor Level' and 'Immortal Emperor Level', it was an unattainable luxury.
Just when the monks of various races were still struggling and trying to transition to the next era, the "weird race" arrived like a nightmare.
They seemed to have planned it in advance, and took advantage of the greatly reduced strength of the various tribes to launch a fierce attack.
Although those top races and forces fought back, they seemed so vulnerable under the powerful offensive of the 'weird clan'.
The geniuses of various races were the first to be captured by the "weird clan".
Their former glory and pride became vulnerable in the face of the absolute gap in strength.
The images stored by those magical creatures are the cruel witnesses of this disaster.
Wang Xian's expression became more and more solemn. He realized that this was not just a distant history, but also a dangerous signal.
Since the strange clan was able to act like this in the past era of absolute spirits, then in the near future, when the era of absolute spirits comes again, the 'strange clan' will surely attack again.
but……
Wang Xian's expression suddenly became strange.
At the end of the era, the Age of Absolute Spirits, affected all the great worlds, ancient worlds, ruins, secret realms, etc. of this era.
However, nowadays, the 'Sea of Chaos' and the 'Sea of Gods and Demons' have been connected with his inner world. Although his inner world will also be affected by the end of the era, the 'Immortal Lotus' is constantly drawing spiritual energy from many time and space and worlds to feed back to the inner world. This also makes the spiritual energy in the inner world show no signs of decay, and even the quality and quantity of the spiritual energy are slowly improving.
Although not all the cultivators from the 'Sea of Chaos' and the 'Sea of Gods and Demons' have entered his inner world yet, quite a few have.
Wang Xian believed that when the Age of Absolute Spirits completely arrived, the cultivators from the 'Sea of Chaos' and the 'Sea of Gods and Demons' would surely pour into his inner world in large numbers.
There is no need to worry about the problem of spiritual energy in Wang Xian's inner world. If the "weird clan" intends to take advantage of the lack of spiritual energy support for cultivators in the Age of Absolute Spirits and plunder the geniuses of various clans, then the strong men of various clans will definitely teach the "weird clan" a profound lesson.
Of course, this is based on the assumption that the strength of the 'weird clan' when they attack again is just as what Wang Xian saw in the information recorded in the inheritance of the magical creatures.
Shaking his head slightly, Wang Xian temporarily gave up his worries about the "weird clan". Although it is now the end of the era, it is only the beginning of the end of the era. It will take at least tens of thousands or even more than 100,000 years before the arrival of the Absolute Spirit Era.
After he put away his thoughts, Wang Xian noticed the extremely miserable Mu Li and his dozens of 'Immortal Venerable' subordinates.
Mu was now bleeding from all seven orifices and his breath was weak, and his men were in an even worse condition.
Of the dozens of 'Immortal Lord-level' subordinates, there are now only five 'Heavenly Lords' and more than ten 'Great Immortal Lords', and all of those subordinates have died under the impact of the blue divine consciousness just now.
Ignoring Mu Li and his dozen or so surviving men, Wang Xian soared into the air and flew towards the depths of this strange world.
At the deepest part of this world, in addition to the horrific altar used by the "weird clan" to sacrifice the geniuses of all races, there is also a portal to leave this place.
This key information was read by Wang Xian from the information carried by those magical creatures.
The whole world is filled with a strange atmosphere, and every inch of space seems to be infected by mysterious runes.
Wang Xian was well aware of the danger of these runes, so he stopped touching them and ran straight to the deepest part of the world, his target being the terrifying altar that made people shudder.
Not long after, Wang Xian finally saw the altar that had appeared countless times in the records of supernatural creatures.
When he saw it with his own eyes, Wang Xian finally realized how horrifying this altar was, where the blood of the geniuses of all races were sacrificed.
The moment he saw the altar, Wang Xian's heart was completely consumed by fear, as if his soul was being tightly grasped by an invisible force.
Wang Xian's body was out of control, falling rapidly from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
Just as he was about to touch the ground, Wang Xian suddenly broke free from the abyss-like fear, quickly adjusted his body shape, and landed steadily on the ground.