Choose to live or to die?
This question is easy to answer for Lan Tao.
He can't die.
He wanted to return home safely to see his younger brothers and sisters.
There's always a price to pay for becoming stronger, isn't it?
There was a burning fighting spirit in Lan Tiao's eyes. The more dangerous the place, the easier it is to stimulate a person's potential.
Of course, sometimes people are killed by danger before their potential is fully realized.
Fortunately, the compassionate people did not kill everyone, but gave them a chance to survive.
After the time of an incense stick had passed, the high priest said, "Now, give your answers... Those who are willing to serve the gods will kneel down and not be killed."
After he finished speaking, the teardrop mark between his eyebrows flashed twice, lifting the restrictions on the "sacrifice".
The ninety-nine spiritual masters suddenly felt their whole bodies lighten and regained control of their bodies.
Some people have strong personalities and would rather die than surrender. Moreover, they feel that they were captured before because they were caught off guard. Now that they have regained their freedom, they immediately use their strongest spells and spiritual weapons.
One cultivator disappeared instantly, running off to an unknown destination. Another cultivator pulled out a gourd bottle from his waist, uncorked it, and placed himself inside. Another cultivator took out a robe and draped it over himself...
The methods used by practitioners are varied and unique.
In the crowd, Lei Zihe's eyes flashed. He was the young master of the Lei family and was proud. Naturally, he didn't want to kneel, but he had personally experienced the terribleness of the Compassionate People, so he lifted up his robe and knelt down.
Situ Xuelian, who was not far away, saw this scene, gritted her teeth, and knelt down as well.
The puppet Situ Lianzi's eyes had returned to normal color. He looked like a normal living person, kneeling beside his sister with a natural expression.
Chu Zhuzhu clenched the kitchen knife in her hand, and after weighing the pros and cons, she chose to kneel down. She looked up at the statue on the altar and thought to herself, this statue is so secretive, even covering its face with green miasma to prevent people from seeing its true appearance. This hiding style does not seem like that of a decent god.
Oh no, to be precise, there are no gods in this world.
Some are just relatively powerful practitioners.
This "god" must be very powerful, or he must have practiced some evil technique that can bewitch people, so he has developed so many believers and can even bestow power on believers.
Gongsun Zimang didn't rush to kneel down. Instead, he looked at Lan Tiao with a look of resentment and said, "I must have done too many evil things in my previous life, so I met you in this life."
Lan Tiao shook her head and said calmly, "No, I think you've done a lot of evil in your life, so you're getting your comeuppance today."
Having already fallen to this point, Lan Tiao no longer worried about being controlled and forced to trade with Gongsun Zimang again. He believed that if Gongsun Zimang made any unusual moves, he would be suppressed immediately.
Specifically referring to the practitioners who had just escaped by various means, they have come back one by one and are kneeling on the ground uncontrollably, with fear and pleading on their faces.
Gongsun Zimang sneered, "Retribution? There's no such thing as retribution in this world. Only people from small countries believe in retribution, thinking that demonic cultivators who kill civilians deserve a bad death. But in reality... there are many demonic cultivators in the world who are bloodthirsty by nature. Some demonic cultivators even become stronger just by killing people..."
As he was speaking, Gongsun Zimang's brows jumped when he saw that there were not many people standing there, and he quickly knelt down.
Lan Tiao also knelt on the ground.
There were still a dozen or so spiritual masters left. They neither ran away nor knelt down. Instead, they looked up at the statue on the altar. Gradually, their eyes became filled with fanaticism and their knees slowly bent.
Seeing this, the high priest smiled with joy and said, "It seems that there are still some good people among you who know how to turn back from the wrong path. Very good!"
Now, all ninety-nine "sacrifices" have knelt down, and the people of the Compassionate Tribe, except the high priest, are still dancing a strange dance.
The high priest said, "The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. I would like to remind you that only those who truly submit can receive the gods' forgiveness and blessings..."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the reactions of this group of spiritual masters. Instead, he turned around and kowtowed towards the altar again. This time, he chanted an ancient and mysterious language. Every word of this language gave people a sense of grandeur. Even if everyone had never heard of this language before, they could understand its meaning. It was as if this language had its own translation function. Any intelligent creature, whether human or animal, could understand the meaning expressed by the words.
The statue cast a green light, enveloping the high priest. Then, with each word the high priest spoke, the green light formed a word in the air. Slowly, a complete prayer encircled the altar. The dance of the compassionate tribe gradually softened, and a faint atmosphere of sadness lingered. This sadness was extremely contagious. The spiritual masters present uncontrollably recalled the most painful experiences they had ever experienced, and tears gradually welled up in their eyes...
However, in the Living City, the strong are respected, and everyone is accustomed to death. Even if they think of sad things in the past, they can quickly break free.
Some practitioners had a cold and sarcastic smile on their lips. They had long lost their compassion in their hearts and would not cry over such a thing at all.
Some people still have a conscience, with sadness in their eyes, and are immersed in memories of the past and unable to extricate themselves.
Situ Xuelian murmured: "Lotus seeds, lotus seeds..."
She feels sorry for her brother...
Thinking of her brother's trusting look and the shock and pain he felt when she brutally murdered him, Situ Xuelian felt endless regret and sadness in her heart.
In the past, no matter what delicious food or fun things her brother had, he would always think of her first and share them with her, but her heart and eyes were filled with only Master Zihe...
"Lianzi, don't worry. When Master Zihe learns the art of resurrection, he will definitely revive you..."
Gongsun Zimang felt sad when he thought about the unexpected disaster he had suffered today, but he was not sad enough to cry. But soon, all the sad things he had experienced since he was born kept emerging in his mind, and soon he burst into tears.
As more and more tears flowed from his eyes, a faint green mark appeared on his forehead.
Lan Tiao's eyes also became slightly moist. He looked up, trying hard not to let the tears fall. He thought of his dead father, of his helplessness in the face of his father's murderer, of his two younger brothers who had lived cautiously under the shadow of Prince Rui since childhood, and of his sister being coveted by Yuan Zhan...
Besides sadness, there is also anger.
At this moment, Lan Tiao suddenly discovered that the statue's eyes seemed to blink.
Is it an illusion?
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