Chapter 1843: The Spirit God Appears Again?

Thousand Leaves Mountain rose steeply for ten thousand ren, plunging vertically into the sky like a javelin stuck into the ground.

"It's said that this mountain was formed from a weapon thrown down by a celestial when Master Kong battled them..." Mo Ling Ancient Saint said as they flew upward.

Marveling at nature's uncanny workmanship, Zhang Xuan was also filled with emotion.

The group quickly reached the summit, a flat area of about thirty mu, with a circular stone platform three meters in diameter at the center, looking from afar like a natural altar.

"This is the place to communicate with the heavens?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

Emperor Chen Yong nodded, even more feeble.

"What treasures are needed for the sacrifice? I'll prepare them!" Seeing him like this, Zhang Xuan didn't ask further and spoke.

When Emperor Chen Ling had performed the sacrifice, countless medicines, ores, and rare items were used, and even the lives of a hundred thousand people were burned to break the spatial barrier and summon the 'spirit.' Wanting to see Luo Ruoxi himself shouldn't be so easy.

"No need. The sacrificial items are already prepared..."

Emperor Chen Yong turned to look at Liu Yang.

Liu Yang said nothing, walked to the stone platform, waited a moment, and then the Immortal Realm expert he had previously instructed came forward and handed him a ring.

With a flick of his wrist, a pile of golden flags appeared before him, planted around the stone platform.

"Begin!"

After doing this, Liu Yang gave the order.

The Immortal Realm expert nodded, turned, and left. About an hour later, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He quickly turned and saw beams of light shooting from eight directions around them, as if attracted by the formation flags on the platform, surging toward it.

"It's the eight Grand Temples, all performing sacrifices simultaneously. Tens of thousands of people are reporting to the heavens together, united in purpose..."

After looking around, Mo Ling Ancient Saint understood.

"Grand Temples?"

"They are places where the Alien Spirit race worships their ancestors. Each such sacrifice requires a dedicated officiant and the gathering of tens of thousands of Alien Spirit clansmen to complete. Having all eight Grand Temples sacrifice at once is something only Emperor Yong could command; others simply couldn't achieve it..."

Mo Ling Ancient Saint explained.

Zhang Xuan understood.

Earlier, the other had said that to perform the sacrifice, he first needed to help him kill the Spirit Emperor and Star Emperor, gaining the support of the entire Alien Spirit race. Now it seemed indeed so.

Such a large-scale sacrifice couldn't be completed by one or two people.

Liu Yang's earlier order must have been for that Immortal Realm expert to prepare these things.

The eight beams converged on the formation flags, and the stone platform quickly turned a warm color, like a mirror, gathering the many rays and shooting them vertically into the sky.

"My turn..."

Smiling faintly, Emperor Chen Yong walked to the center and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing his action, Liu Yang's eyes reddened.

"I, Wu Chen, am willing to sacrifice my own life, praying to the heavens, begging to see the Spirit God..."

Boom!

As the voice sounded, a flame seemed to ignite within Emperor Chen Yong's body, burning fiercely and soon engulfing him.

Zhang Xuan's face changed.

He had thought the so-called sacrifice only required treasures, not that it would cost the other's life.

Even if the other was severely wounded and might not survive the day, burning his life for him to see Luo Ruoxi was not something he wished to see.

With a flicker, he appeared beside him, and his Heavenly Dao true energy immediately enveloped him.

"Stop..."

He wanted to see Luo Ruoxi, but he didn't want blood to be shed for it.

He was unwilling to owe favors, even a little—that was his principle.

"Since I'm already near death, I'm willing to do this for the young master!" Without absorbing Zhang Xuan's incoming Heavenly Dao true energy, Emperor Chen Yong smiled calmly.

His expression remained unchanged, as if the flames around him were not fire but warm springs.

For a cultivator, self-destruction is easy—a single thought severs consciousness, no need to fear pain or torment. But offering oneself as a sacrifice, burning from the inside out with flames, unable to die quickly, enduring in agony like being sliced alive... this was the most painful.

"I'll find my own way to see Ruoxi..."

Feeling inexplicably distressed, Zhang Xuan waved his hand. Since the other refused, he would destroy the stone platform and formation flags to forcibly stop it.

He didn't want to accept a sacrifice bought with life, nor was he willing.

But before his power could descend, a majestic aura fell from the sky, enveloping Emperor Chen Yong in an instant.

Enveloped by the aura, the flames on Yong's body gradually began to extinguish, and his weakening soul and flesh slowly showed signs of life.

Boom!

It was as if a huge gate had appeared between heaven and earth. A figure appeared on the altar, towering and majestic, exuding an unassailable dignity.

"Ruoxi..."

Looking quickly, Zhang Xuan was startled: "Who are you?"

The Spirit God who appeared from the sacrifice was not Luo Ruoxi, but a stranger.

Both in aura and eyes, he could confirm he had never seen her before.

"The Spirit God has returned to her own place. I am merely her servant!"

The figure turned to look at Zhang Xuan: "You must be Zhang Xuan, right?"

Zhang Xuan clenched his fists.

Before he could speak, the figure in the air looked at him, expressionless: "Before leaving, the Spirit God instructed me to lend a hand if you needed help... Though reluctant, I agreed. But I still want to remind you: the Spirit God's status is exalted, not something a mortal like you can aspire to. I advise you... to give up this idea, or you'll harm both yourself and others!"

Boom!

His words carried a heavy pressure. Even though Zhang Xuan now possessed combat power at the level of Drip Blood Rebirth, he still felt his blood was frozen, utterly powerless to resist.

This was just a projection, yet it was far more powerful than the 'spirit' summoned by Emperor Chen Ling before!

"My affairs... need not concern you! Just tell me who the Spirit God is and where she is..."

"The Spirit God naturally resides in the Spirit God Palace! Enough said. If you can break the spatial shackles and meet me face to face like Master Kong, I will naturally tell you her whereabouts. If you can't, don't expect it..."

With a snort, the figure flicked his sleeve, and the light grew fainter.

"Wait!" Zhang Xuan looked up.

The figure paused.

"Did the Spirit God instruct you to offer help if needed?" Zhang Xuan said.

The figure frowned but nodded: "Indeed! But I will only act once. You must think carefully about your request and not waste the opportunity."

"I've thought it through!" Waving his hand, Zhang Xuan pointed: "This Wu Chen is the Spirit God's attendant, gravely wounded and near death. Please save him..."

"Young master..."

Emperor Chen Yong's eyes reddened.