Chapter One Fainted

  Ghost Wailing Ridge, located at the intersection of Dashen and Tianqi, is a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles, with treacherous terrain and perpetual cloud cover, making it impossible to discern its existence from afar.

  In the midst of thick white fog, strange rocks and eerie trees are distributed in a bizarre way, forming a mysterious array. A strange energy permeates the entire array, bewildering the mind and disturbing the spirit. In the fog, skeletal remains can be seen everywhere, filled with an suffocating aura of death. Through the large array, an ancient building appears and disappears, lanterns flickering, casting an eerie, cold glow in the fog.

  This is an ancient pagoda, with an ancient and mysterious soul character printed on it. The surface of the building has faded gradually over time, with countless clear sword marks on the wall, all telling the traces of the years.

  Around the pagoda, more than a dozen green-robed warriors patrolled back and forth, their cold eyes scanning every suspicious place from time to time. On the cuffs of their clothes were embroidered with a skull logo, symbolizing their identity.

  "Disciple, respectfully welcome the envoy's inspection."

  At this time, a blue-robed warrior inside the Soul Tower knelt down on the ground and paid homage to a green-robed warrior in front of him. His forehead was almost touching the ground, making it impossible for anyone to see his facial expression, but his voice was filled with respect and humility.

  The green-robed warrior looked down at the blue-robed warrior kneeling on the ground, with a smug expression. He waited for over ten seconds before lazily saying, "Hmm, get up."

  The blue-robed warrior's eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent, and he clenched his fists tightly before standing up and respectfully standing aside. When his gaze fell on the green-robed warrior's robe, an extreme envy burst forth in his eyes.

  Compared to the blue-robed warrior, the green-robed warrior felt extremely comfortable and proud. Not long ago, he was equal in status to the blue-robed warrior, but unexpectedly, he received recognition from the sect's elder and was given a dan medicine, which took his cultivation to another level. His identity also changed with this, becoming an esteemed envoy.

  Looking at his former colleagues, who could only kneel down to greet him now, the green-robed warrior asked with a pleased expression: "How's the defense setup of Ghost Wailing Ridge?"

  At a glance, the green-robed warrior's complacent expression changed, and the blue-robed warrior said with an unusual gaze: "Don't worry, envoy. For years, not even a single living soul has been seen in Ghost Wailing Ridge. Even if someone did come, they wouldn't be able to get through the layers of restrictions. The defense of Ghost Wailing Ridge is indeed impenetrable."

  The green-robed warrior's face sank, and he rebuked, "This envoy doesn't care about these things! Recently, this period of time is the crucial moment for our Soul Sect, not a single mistake can be tolerated. Hmph! If someone causes trouble and ruins the sect master's plan to break through, I will hold you responsible!"

  The blue-robed warrior smiled apologetically and said, "Sir, please be at ease. I guarantee with my own head that no one will break into the Soul Valley and ruin our Master's breakthrough plan. By the way, do you know if our Master has succeeded in breaking through this time?"

  "Haha! This time, all the hall masters, elders, and guardians of our sect have gathered together to jointly cast the Blood Sacrifice of 100,000 people. It's certain that we will succeed this time. As long as the Sect Master can break through to the Emperor level, the day when our Soul Sect can hold its head high is not far away, haha!"

  After finishing speaking, the green-robed warrior turned his head and cast his gaze towards the Soul Valley not far away, which was shrouded in thick white mist.

  The Ling Valley is the location of the Ling Sect, where a thick white mist permeates the valley year-round. The wails of lost souls echo through the air, striking fear into the hearts of those who hear them, making their hair stand on end and sending shivers down their spines. At the entrance to the Ling Valley, a vast array of bleached bones is piled high, including both human and animal remains, a gruesome testament to the brutal fate that awaits those who venture in.

  The entire Soul Valley is actually a huge ancient killing array, with hidden killing intent inside, and all kinds of dead objects are densely packed. When people enter it, they can't see their fingers when they stretch out their hands, and the whole place is white and foggy, with strange sound waves vibrating within, like the crying of infants. Any living being that hears this will instantly have its soul leave its body.

  If you look closely, you can see that these white mists are composed of tiny white particles that float in the valley like living organisms. When any creature flies into them, the particle-like white mist will surge instantly, devouring its flesh and blood, transforming it into a strange white mist.

  Through the eerie white fog, and the wandering spirits and death creatures, we arrive at the depths of Soul Valley. Here, the white fog is blocked by an invisible gas mask on the outside, and a huge high tower stands tall within. The tower is over ten stories high, its peak piercing straight into the thick white fog, far away, you can see the two golden characters "Soul Sect" flashing with eerie blood light on the tower's body.

  In the eight directions of the high tower, there is an ancient building, and the streets in the middle, together with the beautiful buildings, form a strange array. The thick white fog is isolated outside the big array, and the inside is never seen sunlight all year round, almost condensing into a substantial dead air that permeates it, and among the buildings, countless warriors wearing embroidered skull-marked robes can be seen shuttling through them.

  In the central control room of the high tower, a huge blood-colored crystal floated in mid-air. Countless black-robed priests sat cross-legged around it, their mouths chanting mysterious incantations. As they chanted, the array continued to rotate, and the dense death energy between heaven and earth poured into the high tower, surging into the blood-colored crystal.

  In the underground hundred meters of the high tower, a huge cave with a diameter of thousands of kilometers was excavated. In the center of the cave, a white bone altar was built. At this time, a cruel blood sacrifice was being carried out in full swing. Batch after batch of young men and women were pushed onto the altar, their limbs nailed to the altar, one by one black-robed priests, holding bloody blades, cutting open their chests, tearing out their hearts, and letting out blood. Their movements were so familiar, their expressions so fanatical. The cries of agony, the chanting voices, never ceased, making the entire cave seem exceptionally gloomy and terrifying.

  The spirits wail in grief, blood flows freely.

  A group of priests sat cross-legged around the altar, their bodies gaunt and skeletal, with only a thin layer of skin wrapped around them. Their eye sockets were sunken, with flames of various colors flickering inside, making each one look like a walking corpse, ferocious and terrifying, sending shivers down people's spines.

  As the shaman chanted, a blood-colored array diagram slowly rotated on the altar composed of white bones. The wandering spirits in the cave merged into the altar and transformed into the purest spiritual energy. Boiling fresh blood flowed along the blood groove and poured into a huge blood pool.

  Such slaughter lasted for a whole month and today is the last day.

  Suddenly, a pale-faced young man was brought to the altar naked, looking at the terrifying and bloody scene on the altar, his face full of fear, and he was even trembling with fear. He struggled desperately, begging for mercy in a shrill voice, but was still ruthlessly nailed to the white bony altar.

  A golden-robed priest slowly walked onto the altar, emitting a terrifying aura as he moved. His entire body was devoid of any blood color, pale to the point of being frightening, with a pair of golden flames burning in his eyes and eerie magical tattoos writhing on his cheeks. He was so devout, as if on a pilgrimage, gazing at the young man who was screaming incessantly, he smiled and raised the blood blade.

  "Oh, please... let me go, I don't want to die!"

  Looking at the golden-robed priest, the young man begged painfully, begging for his noble hand. However, the golden-robed priest seemed to be unaware of it, and he loudly chanted in his mouth, with strange notes echoing throughout the cave.

  Seeing the golden-robed priest approaching with a bloodied blade, the young man wailed: "You bastards, my father will not let you off! Ahhh..."

  With a flash of the knife, the altar was once again splattered with eerie blood flowers. As he gazed at the heart still throbbing in his hand, the golden-robed priest burst into loud laughter.

  At this moment, the blood sacrifice has arrived. When the last person was killed by having their heart cut out, the blood in the pool suddenly churned and a crimson crystal skull slowly floated to the surface. The chanting of the priests grew more urgent and louder, and in an instant, the entire pool was boiling. The energy of the blood-colored power and the pure soul force madly poured into the body of the crimson crystal skull.

  In an instant, the high tower and the eight-story pavilion were suddenly filled with a brilliant blood light, and the entire Soul Valley array was activated in an instant. A surge of death energy converged on the high tower, and in an instant it rushed towards the blood-colored altar at the bottom of the earth, pouring into the blood-colored crystal skull.

  In an instant, with the blood-red crystal skull as the center, wave after wave of death ripples rapidly spread out, and the power of the blood-red crystal skull soared. Almost at the same time, a bloody light pierced through the high tower and shot straight into the sky, and the white mist above the Soul Valley was instantly penetrated, revealing a huge void that suddenly appeared.

  When everything calmed down, a crystal skull as white as jade fell onto the altar. The original bloody color disappeared, and the entire skeleton emitted a sacred aura. All the Soul Clan members in the cave knelt down, looking at the crystal skull on the altar with fanatical faces.

  "Congratulations to our Ancestor for achieving great success, spreading the prestige of our Soul Clan!"

  "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

  A shrill and eerie laughter echoed through the cave, lingering on for a long time.

  A crystal skull wearing a golden crown, draped in a golden sacrificial robe, looked at the kneeling Soul Clan members and laughed: "Hahaha! Emperor level, I've finally reached it."