A sacred and solemn chanting sounded around her. Linghu Lan turned around and saw a witch-like figure stretching her body in an eerie rhythm, uttering strange melodies that struck the depths of her soul, making people unable to help but kneel down in worship.
Countless people below the stage looked up to the sky in prayer, then bowed down in worship.
Linghu Lan inexplicably recalled the sacrificial scene she had witnessed during her fall. Sure enough, after the witch finished singing and dancing and turned around, Linghu Lan saw another familiar face: Yao Qingcheng!
She couldn't help but scream inside, "What the hell is this?"
She struggled to get up, only to find her limbs bound to a rectangular altar. She quickly understood her fate and why falling into the well felt so strange—she was the sacrifice on the altar.
The witch looked at the crowd and announced loudly, "The offerings are ready, the sacrifice begins."
A cheer erupted from the crowd.
As if given a command, bang bang bang bang bang, the clothes of the lower body of each person exploded, and their feet gradually disappeared, turning into the bodies of round snakes. The snake people put their arms around each other's shoulders and swayed their bodies, singing a vast and ancient ballad.
A human face and a snake's body?
Descendants of Nuwa?
A strange feeling welled up in her heart again. Among the group of enormous snake-men, Linghu Lan appeared extremely small.
The witch, who resembled Yao Qingcheng, swayed and transformed into a beautiful snake. Her enormous body stood upright, and she looked at Linghu Lan with a smile. She picked up a jar from the side, stirred the contents of the jar with a willow branch, and then touched Linghu Lan with it.
The icy liquid gave Linghu Lan goosebumps. She struggled with all her might, even though she was strong enough to send someone flying with a single punch, but she couldn't break free from what was binding her.
The witch watched with a half-smile. Linghu Lan's struggles pleased her greatly. She closed her eyes and began to chant, her voice possessing a power that could move heaven and earth.
She raised a strange magical artifact and slammed it down on Linghu Lan's legs, as if trying to turn them into snake tails as thick as theirs. Pain once again assaulted Linghu Lan's limbs and bones.
I'm going to die...
I'm going to die...
No.
She died, and her Vitang could not live either.
In her dizziness, she opened her eyes and saw the witch pointing a wooden staff at the sky.
The sky suddenly changed, and a huge face appeared, a face that looked exactly like Yu Jue's. Yu Jue's cold eyes swept across the ground and saw Linghu Lan. After staring at her for a moment, he suddenly opened his mouth, and Linghu Lan's body withered instantly. She clearly felt her lifespan rapidly decreasing.
Suddenly she remembered the wisps of white vapor rising from the heads of those snake-men, and the fact that the Heavenly Fruit could add 30,000 years to one's lifespan.
So that's how those fruits live so long!
So these snake-men were fertilizer for the immortal tree!
Using all living beings as sustenance—that's quite a large-scale operation. Is this still the Heavenly Court?
What about the Kunwu tree?
If she wasn't mistaken, they must feed on human souls to produce those fruits.
Linghu Lan tilted her head and tapped a few points in the air with her fingers. She took out a [Thunderstorm Talisman] and a [Lightning Rod]. With all her might, she tilted her head and bent her fingers to stick the talisman on her forehead.
The rest is up to fate.
A massive vortex in the sky washed away the face that resembled Yu Jue. A huge bolt of lightning crashed down, bypassing Linghu Lan and striking the altar beneath her. The snake people were horrified; they had never witnessed such a celestial anomaly before. They pointed excitedly at Linghu Lan.
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
Linghu Lan sat up from the ruins. Her legs were completely shattered, and the excruciating pain made her break out in a cold sweat.
The witch's eyes narrowed slightly, and she pointed her staff at Linghu Lan, from which a beam of light shot out.
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