Powerful auras surged down through the scorching magma.

Chu Feng's heart sank.

If he waits for these guys to come down, he will have no hope of turning the tide.

"What should we do?" Wang Mang asked anxiously.

Having followed Chu Feng for so long, she finally got to drink some soup.

Now we face such a life-or-death crisis.

He was in extreme pain!

"Let's give it our all!"

Chu Feng looked at the lava in front of him, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"Brother, please don't do anything rash!" Wang Mang said anxiously, trying to stop him.

The scorching lava ahead was beyond imagination.

If Chu Feng were to jump...

Even if Wang Mang were in the storage ring, he would have to be buried with him.

He doesn't want to die; he's waiting to make a comeback!

"Do you have any good ideas?" Chu Feng asked casually, racking his brains but having no good solutions.

Ahead lay endless scorching heat, behind them a pack of ferocious tigers.

It was almost certainly a doomed situation.

"I...I'm not sure if it will work!" Wang Mang said tremulously, unsure of his chances.

"What the hell is this time? Are you still hiding things? Are you saving your secrets for your coffin?" Chu Feng rolled his eyes, utterly speechless.

"The method of sacrifice!"

"Um?"

“Sacrificing to the demon god, or perhaps using a divine artifact, to temporarily obtain the energy of Sequence One!” Wang Mang slowly spoke.

Chu Feng quickly removed the divine mask.

"Will this work?"

"Um...okay!"

"Then let's get started!" Chu Feng took out the eyeball from his storage ring.

"It's just...it's just..." Wang Mang hesitated, as if he had something difficult to say, and stammered.

"If you fucking take another half a shit, I'll send you back to the Western Han Dynasty right now!" Chu Feng couldn't stand this guy anymore.

He always hesitates and nods when it comes to crucial moments.

Without forcing him to commit suicide, it's completely useless.

"Offer a divine artifact as a sacrifice to a god of order!"

"But many years ago, I tricked her many times using the method of sacrifice!"

"This guy doesn't believe me anymore!"

Wang Mang expressed his concerns.

He wasn't sure if the God of Order would still pay him any attention.

However, based on the experience of the first thirty sacrifices...

That god has already blacklisted him.

"He's lied too much about feelings, he's lost all credibility!" A black line appeared on Chu Feng's forehead.

"Give it a try! We might as well try anything!"

"All right!"

Wang Mang was extremely anxious.

But he knew that this was the only way now.

They were just one step away from touching the seed of creation.

To die here would be too humiliating.

Wang Mang absorbed the energy of many Seeds of Creation and recovered a great deal.

Scattered pieces of flesh have already grown around the black part of the eyeball.

Its aura has also become much stronger, entering Sequence Six.

Energy surged within the eyeball, and a black substance emerged.

This substance contains immense vitality.

He kept sketching around it.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient and complex pattern was successfully constructed.

"Open the ritual of the Heavenly Sacrifice!" Wang Mang shouted.

The pattern burst forth with a deep red light.

The surrounding chains of divine order snapped one after another.

The power of rules surged forth, heading towards the magic array.

A moment later, an old dressing table materialized.

The dressing table was exceptionally old, and could even be described as somewhat dilapidated.

The area was covered in spiderwebs, the patterns were broken, and large patches of paint had fallen off.

What's terrifying is that a woman appears in the mirror.

She sat with her back to the mirror, dressed in a red wedding gown.

Her long, black hair hung straight down.

Strangely, her arm was rotated 180 degrees.

He was holding a wooden comb in his hand.

He gently combed the hair at the back of his head.

"Gulp!" Chu Feng felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the scene.

Is this truly the god of order? Or a ghost?

Why is it so creepy?

"Place the divine mask in front of the dressing table!" Wang Mang, feeling somewhat weak, quickly reminded him.

Chu Feng picked up the mask and tossed it over; it landed steadily in front of the dressing table.

Wang Mang looked at the woman in the mirror, but had not yet spoken.

The divine mask that was placed on top disappeared.

"Phew—" Wang Mang breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The disappearance of the offerings means that the other party accepted them.

He was really afraid that if they didn't want the things and ignored them, then he would be in big trouble.

"Supreme Creator, Being above all heavens, God who maintains order, your humble believer begs you to turn back!"

Wang Mang's attitude was unusually devout and humble!

His tone was filled with reverence, like that of a fanatical believer.

The woman inside the dilapidated dressing table remained unmoved, continuing to comb her hair.

"Goddess of Wedding Dress, your followers..."

Wang Mang continued speaking.

I tried many times, but the result was still the same.

Chu Feng felt increasingly uneasy.

This guy ate the offerings but wasn't going to help.

They're taking the money and doing absolutely nothing!

Meanwhile, the Supreme Heavenly Tribulation and the four Supreme Rulers above are getting closer and closer.

It's hurtling towards us.

The distance is less than 500,000 meters.

Chu Feng calculated that the other party would arrive in no more than a minute.

The old dressing table gradually blurred, as if it were about to disappear.

"You idiot, let me do it!" Chu Feng said urgently.

He walked straight to the dressing table.

"We must be polite! This is someone we can't afford to offend!" Wang Mang hurriedly reminded him.

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