These distorted phantoms had grotesque and painful expressions, their mouths opening and closing as if they were screaming loudly.

However, they did not seem to be in reality, and Lu Ning and the others could not hear their voices.

More and more phantom figures appeared, including the old woman saint who had just been killed by Lu Ning.

Then, these phantoms seemed to be drawn by some force, turning into twisted threads and heading towards the platform of the central palace.

Above the platform, the five crystals that had been surrounding the pilgrims shone brightly.

These phantom images were absorbed by the crystal, transforming into streaks of dim yellow light that coalesced into new shapes.

It was the phantom of a giant hand, wrapped in bandages, through which one could see rotting flesh and blood, with bodily fluids flowing.

It was the hand of the Yellow Springs.

The old man's eyes widened, a fanatical light appearing in them: "Great Lord!"

Osiris grinned, his eyes filled with seriousness: "It seems your great lord has absorbed the souls of all your comrades, hasn't he?"

The old man's expression remained fervent: "It is our honor to follow the great Lord!"

Osiris's expression froze; he couldn't comprehend the thoughts of these fanatical cult members.

As the phantom on the crystal became more and more solid, the aura emanating from the Hand of the Underworld grew stronger and stronger.

Even wisps of divinity began to emanate from it.

Upon realizing this, Lu Ning immediately vanished from his spot and rushed towards the palace.

The old man realized this, and his face contorted with rage: "What do you want to do?!"

He tried to block Lu Ning, but Osiris and Aishalin immediately attacked the old man.

The old man was at a disadvantage even when facing Osiris alone, let alone when facing the combined attack of Osiris and Aisharin.

He immediately suffered repeated defeats and was powerless to stop Lu Ning's actions.

The pilgrim in the sky had a serious look in his eyes. He also wanted to get closer, but Yann blocked his way and sneered, "This road is blocked."

As he approached, Lu Ning sensed an extremely powerful force of death spreading out.

This power of death contained divinity, and even Lu Ning's physical body began to show signs of decay.

It should be noted that Lu Ning's physical body, after being enhanced by the Crimson Sword and the Crown of Pain, has reached the Saint level, possessing the ability to strengthen his physical body.

With this level of death power, even a ninth-tier awakened being would likely be unable to get close.

Anyone who gets close will die.

Lu Ning, expressionless, charged onto the platform despite the power of death.

The platform covers an area of ​​less than 100 meters in radius.

The Yellow Springs Hand that had been formed on the crystal had already condensed all its fingers and was now focusing on the palm.

As it coalesced, the aura of the Hand of the Underworld grew stronger and stronger.

Once on the platform, the storm of death energy would likely put immense pressure on even a weak saint.

Lu Ning's flesh and blood writhed as he stepped forward to the crystal.

A voice, seemingly emanating from a rotting mouth, echoed in Lu Ning's mind: "Get out of here!"

Lu Ning, expressionless, placed his hand on the crystal.

boom!

The aura of death, imbued with divinity, struck Lu Ning.

Lu Ning's flesh and blood rotted away in an instant, but then returned to normal in an instant.

Lu Ning's vision blurred.

He seemed to see the illusions of the past once again.

That was in a huge city.

In the center of the city stands a magnificent palace, several kilometers in circumference.

The square outside the palace was even larger.

The square was now filled with a large number of beings, like pilgrims.

They looked at the palace with reverence and anticipation in their eyes.

Lu Ning followed their gaze and looked towards the palace.

At the top of the palace is a throne.

Seated on the throne was a creature resembling a pilgrim, nearly four meters tall.

The scales on his body shimmered with golden light, like golden armor, enveloping him completely.

On the shimmering golden scales, there were patterns resembling bandages and death runes.

These patterns radiate a divine glow.

Deep within his golden eyes, streaks of dim yellow runes flowed continuously.

Lu Ning immediately realized that the golden creature in front of him was probably an extremely powerful demigod.

These manifested divine runes are far, far more powerful than those of the White Kite.

He wore a golden crown, with a golden crystal set in it, the crystal radiating light.

Looking at the being seated on the throne, Lu Ning knew that this was probably the king of the pilgrim race.

The king who raised his throne high and became a god, yet could not stop the royal city from being swallowed by the mist.

The Pilgrim King, seated on his throne, slowly rose. His yellow robes emitted a soft, dim yellow light, as if a fusion of death and rebirth.

The next moment, he seemed to say something to the creatures in the square.

Unfortunately, Lu Ning could not hear the words in his imagination.

The creatures below raised their arms high, their expressions excited, as if they were cheering.

Then, crystals rose into the air around the throne of this King of Pilgrims, emitting a dim yellow light.

These crystals accompanied the King of Pilgrims as he floated up into the sky above the throne.

A soft, serene, golden light shimmered.

Lu Ning saw that, under the dim yellow light, the bodies of the creatures in the square that had previously appeared to be injured or even disabled were recovering.

This recovery ability surprised even Lu Ning.

Because he saw that a creature's arm seemed to have been broken off for a long time, and the wound had even healed, yet it still recovered.

Numerous beings, like pilgrims, spontaneously prostrated themselves on the ground, their expressions devout.

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