There are hundreds of countries on the southern foot of Dacang Mountain, and the Dacang Dynasty is located in the northernmost part. To the south of the Dacang Dynasty, three dynasties apart, there is a country called Canghuang.
The capital of the Canghuang Emperor once had a population of tens of millions and was famous for its literary talent. It was one of the most culturally prosperous places among the hundreds of countries in the southern slopes. Countless scholars and beauties gathered here, and its reputation for literary talent spread far and wide.
Today, the Canghuang Imperial Capital has become the headquarters of the Reincarnation Sect because of its geographical location.
The streets that were once lined with cars have now become a pile of rubble.
The academies that were once filled with books have now turned into piles of corpses.
A hydrogen airship flew slowly across the sky, with several black smoke columns rising into the sky. The huge white airship passed through the black smoke columns, and a burst of angry curses came from the metal cabin below: "Those bastards below are having a great time killing and burning people, while we are here in the smoke and fire, feeling so uncomfortable..."
On the ground, more than a dozen modified tanks rumbled over, crushing a courtyard that was barely intact into pieces. The cries of women and children came from the courtyard. Dozens of followers of the Reincarnation Cult laughed and rushed out from behind the modified tanks, holding torches and setting fires everywhere in broad daylight. Pillars of black smoke rose rapidly into the sky like the claws of evil spirits.
At the core location of the Canghuang Imperial Capital, the former imperial palace has turned into a flat land.
All the carved beams and painted buildings were gone, and the enchanting beauty that overwhelmed the whole country was gone. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and a thousand-foot-high altar of bones stood on the ruins of the palace, with fresh blood stains on each of the pale human bones.
The Great King of Samsara stood on top of the altar holding a black scepter, his eyes emitting wisps of black air and constantly emitting low, sinister laughs.
Hu Dali stood beside the Great King of Samsara, smiling innocently, rubbing his hands constantly, "Today, today, I will ascend to become a god... Haha, Master, what do you think, what position will the Emperor's son give me?"
The Great King of Samsara looked at the airships floating in the sky and the modified tanks slowly passing by on the ground, and laughed: "Master Dali has made countless contributions, so his position as a god is naturally very high. His future power will definitely be great. However, how high his position as a god will be depends on this sacrifice of ours. Hehe, can we satisfy the prince?"
Hu Dali was stunned: "Sacrifice?"
Chu Tian, standing high in the sky, was stunned—'sacrifice'?
It's all done, why do we need to offer sacrifices?
Sharp cries could be heard from afar, as large groups of heavily armored reincarnation cultists escorted groups of common people toward the altar. Looking down from the sky, groups of people stretched as far as the eye could see, crying and screaming as they moved toward the altar.
"There are a total of 490,000 such altars built in the 100 countries on the southern foot of the Great Cang Mountain." The Great Samsara King held the scepter, and a black gas rose from his feet, transforming into countless thumb-sized black skeletons that circled around him rapidly, emitting shrill wails from time to time: "The Emperor's son said that for each altar, 100 million lives must be sacrificed. If it can be completed perfectly, I will wait for you in the Western Heavenly Region and rule one side."
'Hu Dali' looked indifferent and did not react at all.
After all, he was just an incarnation created by Chu Tian using the fruit of the Heavenly Dao Tree, an almost paranoid clone who would do anything to ascend to become a god.
Chu Tian, who was standing high in the air, changed his expression slightly. He suddenly raised his right hand and was about to punch down.
Chu Tian was powerless and had no intention to stop the war between Yuntian's representatives. After all, Chu Tian could accept the succession of imperial power in the secular dynasty, fathers and sons killing each other for the throne, and the whole country was at war. Such things were happening in countless places all the time. Chu Tian could fully accept such things and would help one side without hesitation.
Chu Tian could even accept Yuntian's external expansion and conquest.
Larger territory, more people, more wealth, isn't that what secular people pursue? This kind of war is unjust, but it is the norm in the world, and Chu Tian can completely accept this kind of war.
But Chu Tian couldn't accept what the Great King of Samsara was about to do!
Chu Tian is not a moral gentleman, nor a saint, but he cannot accept that the Reincarnation Sect has already won the final war and is actually wantonly slaughtering the powerless common people for the personal desires of Gongsun Langlang!
Four hundred and ninety thousand altars?
One hundred million sacrifices per altar?
Chu Tian felt his hair stand on end, and a chill ran down his spine. To what extent did he have to be so inhumane to make such a decision?
Forty-nine thousand altars, one altar for sacrificing one hundred million people, a total of forty-nine trillion lives!
The Hundred Kingdoms in the southern foot of the Da Cang Mountain have a territory of hundreds of millions of miles, with a large population and countless common people. But after being tormented by Gongsun Langlang, the entire Hundred Kingdoms in the southern foot of the Da Cang Mountain will also be turned into a den of ghosts, right?
There are white bones everywhere and ghosts are howling.
Chu Tian’s right fist ignited with golden flames, and an enormous force was about to burst out.
Suddenly, several figures appeared in the sky. They were several celestial generals with twelve pairs of black wings on their backs. Their aura made Chu Tian feel suffocated. These celestial generals spread their huge wings and quietly floated in the air. The black wings emitted dark black smoke, and gradually a black cloud covered the entire Canghuang Imperial Capital.
A thick aura of death wafted out from everywhere in the Canghuang Imperial Capital, and the wails of countless undead souls could be heard faintly in the void.
In some places where there were too many dead bodies, green ghost fires even spewed out, transforming into countless distorted faces that roared silently towards the several heavenly generals in the sky.
These heavenly generals looked down at the bone altar below quietly with a mysterious sneer on their faces.
Suddenly, several tall figures appeared.
He was about five or six feet tall, wearing a strange tight-fitting armor that looked like black glass. His face was as pale as paper, and there were small sharp horns growing on his forehead.
The Mingjiao clan!
It’s obviously the Mingjiao clan!
Chu Tian's eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot. The Mingjiao clan was actually colluding with these heavenly generals?
Chu Tian thought of the terrifying racial ability of the Dark Horn Clan - they can use the flesh and blood of other races to nourish and strengthen themselves, and can also devour the essence of the flesh and blood of other races to reproduce more powerful offspring. In particular, the flesh and blood of living beings is the best material for the Dark Horn Clan to reproduce offspring.
Devour, devour continuously, continuously strengthen itself, and then devour more living beings!
One after another, heavenly generals with powerful and terrifying auras kept appearing. They floated quietly in the air, looking down at the mortals below who were constantly moving towards the altar.
"Everyone, it's done! I hope this sacrifice of flesh and blood can satisfy you." Gongsun Langlang laughed and fell from the sky, looking at several members of the Mingjiao clan with a smile on his face.
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