Chapter 135.
Tang Yu also knew that this was not a place to waste time, so he started on his way.
The two of them walked and stopped along the way. As they got closer to the temple, the strange corrosive force became stronger and stronger.
Fortunately, Tang Yu prepared enough purification rice balls, which were enough to support the two of them to walk to the temple.
As a visitor from another world, she seemed to have experienced a strange journey along the way. It was not beautiful, but it was shocking.
Tang Yu remembered that when he passed by a body of water, the lake there floated in the air against gravity, forming huge bubbles.
Each bubble is filled with thousands of believers, their skin fused with a scaly exoskeleton, and tubes extending from their open mouths connecting to the surface of the spherical water.
Those believers were all prostrating themselves devoutly towards the temple. When Tang Yu passed by, the nearest water ball suddenly boiled. The petrified believers all turned their heads, and silver eels swam out of their eye sockets. The heads of those eels turned out to be shrunken human faces.
They just looked at Tang Yu quietly, gazing at her with judgmental and angry eyes.
In order to cross this area of water, Tang Yu rested three times.
She didn't know whether those believers looked like that originally or became that way after being infected by the strange thing.
She discussed this issue with Sheila, but unfortunately Sheila didn't know either.
The climate system on this strange world is completely out of control.
One second, acid rain was pouring down, and the corrosive liquid was etching mottled and charred marks on the fleshy ground; the next second, a sandstorm would suddenly blow up, and the fine gravel came from the ground and shattered bones in countless sacrifices.
Suddenly, thick fog filled the road. Everything in front of us could not be seen. There were even strange figures hidden in the thick fog. They were lurking around and would suddenly attack if we were careless.
Tang Yu waved his thorn whip to scatter these things, but not long after, they would gather again and launch a more violent attack.
This road is full of dangers and is not accessible to ordinary people.
"Look at what kind of road you are taking?!" Tang Yu was annoyed by the monsters and couldn't help but start complaining about Xila.
The fog was thick and she had already lost her way. Fortunately, as an agent of the Outer Gods, Sheila could identify the general direction of the temple through weak senses. Otherwise, she would not be able to reach the temple.
"Hey, you're in an SS-level dungeon. How can such a place be safe?" Silla's dissatisfied voice rang in her ears. "I can take you to the right place. Shouldn't you say thank you?"
Tang Yu pushed away a humanoid monster that rushed towards him, exhaled and asked, "How long will it take to get out of this fog?"
Silla said uncertainly: "I don't know, maybe the next step is to walk out, maybe the road ahead will be like this."
Tang Yu frowned and said nothing. Seeing her bitter and resentful expression, Silla immediately said, “Don’t think I don’t know you’re scolding me in your heart!”
Having her thoughts exposed, Tang Yu simply stopped hiding them. She replied expressionlessly, "Yes, useless tour guide."
Sheila: “…”
It seemed that what Sheila said was true. The road ahead was filled with this strange thick fog. In addition to the strange creatures, there was also a strong strange erosion in the fog.
Tang Yu had to eat rice balls more and more frequently. Fortunately, the thing turned into energy and dissipated after being swallowed down the esophagus. Otherwise, she didn't know whether she would be infected by the weirdness and die first, or be choked to death by the rice balls.
Silla was also forced to eat a lot of rice balls. At the end, he couldn't help but said, "Didn't you prepare anything else? I'm almost sick of it!"
Tang Yu paused while chewing the rice ball, and after a long while he said, "I didn't expect that."
Sheila: “…”
In the thick fog, Tang Yu completely lost her vision. She used a whip in her right hand to beat back the attacking monster, and held onto the corner of Xila's clothes with her left hand to prevent herself from losing it.
Xila's power was suppressed to the maximum by Tang Yu, and she was unable to kill Guiyi like Tang Yu did.
Fortunately, in the eyes of those weird creatures, he is considered a member of the same species, so he will not be attacked.
The two of them walked for an unknown amount of time. When Tang Yu almost thought he would never get out of the thick fog, he suddenly heard Xila say, "We're here."
She looked up when she heard that, and vaguely saw something different finally appearing in the thick fog in front of her.
She actually walked to that temple!
Tang Yu walked through the thick fog and all the way to the foot of the temple before he could really see the temple's appearance.
The ancient architectural remains had a sickeningly organic feel, with capillaries densely packed into the towering stone walls and centipede-like bronze chains entwined around the massive stone pillars supporting the temple.
Whether it is the walls or the stone pillars, they are all covered with murals. Those magical lines and colors together constitute the birth process of this world No. 008.
When Tang Yu's eyes came into contact with those primitive and rough lines, they seemed to come alive and slowly unfold before her.
In World 008, three days before the mysterious event, a boundless black tide engulfed the sun.
The prey brought back by the hunting team grew human faces, and the ancestral murals deep in the cave oozed black juice.
When the first frantic tribesman split open his chest with a stone axe, took out his still beating heart and offered it to the void, the high priest's tortoise shell exploded with ominous patterns in the campfire.
Tang Yu seemed to hear the old shaman's hoarse voice with his own ears.
"He is coming! He is angry!" The old shaman's wrinkles were filled with ashes of the campfire, and his withered fingers stroked the captive's trembling back.
The women danced a prayer dance around the altar. Amid the sound of bone bells, the top of the bone staff held high by the old shaman glowed.
"Sacrifice!"
A grand sacrifice was used to appease the wrath of the gods, which they did not understand.
Countless captives were dragged onto the towering altar. The priests swung their long swords one by one, and heads rolled down, followed by blood that splashed like rain.
The blood slowly flowed down the tribal totem and eventually gathered into a pool of blood.
The captives looked at the pool of blood with trembling eyes, as if a man-eating beast was lurking inside.
When the first wisp of black smoke rose from the bottom of the pool, all the tribesmen fell to their knees at the same time - their knees hitting the rocks with a dull sound.
When the high priest saw the wisp of black smoke, the fear in his eyes was replaced by fanaticism, and he felt God's response.
“Not enough!”
God said, it’s not enough!
Above the endless void, there is a great God, looking down upon this world. How can a mortal as insignificant as dust neglect His dignity? !
More sacrifices are needed!
Let us please Him together!
A grand whisper resounded through the sky and echoed in everyone's heart.
The trembling in people's eyes completely disappeared, replaced by fanaticism and reverence, and thus a carnival of sacrificing life and soul began.
On the rock walls surrounding the altar, scarlet runes appeared out of nowhere and began to wriggle like countless swarms of snakes.
The captives kept their hands folded in front of their chests, and organs that did not belong to humans began to grow on their faces. The women laughed madly and tore open their bellies, placing their uteruses covered with crystal clusters at the feet of the jade carving.
Everything began to become chaotic, all racial boundaries in this world were broken, and their genes began to reorganize disorderly.
The alienation of life forms reached an incredible level in a short period of time:
The antlers of the six-legged elk are melting bronze candlesticks, burning not with flames but with extremely cold ice crystals; the vulture with a wingspan of five meters has three human faces, and it praises the gods loudly and tirelessly...
They, or rather, they were pleasing the God with a unique carnival.
Only after the last line came to a stop did Tang Yu escape from the chaos and madness.
She fell to the ground and gasped for breath, like a drowning person, with a rare sense of confusion in her heart.
Just now, Tang Yu felt that she had a brief contact with the will of World 008, and the huge torrent of consciousness almost knocked her out.
She looked at the scarlet soil beneath her feet, whose original color could no longer be seen, and was sure that this was a dead world.
It had long been completely eroded by strange forces, its interior was riddled with holes and crawling with filthy maggots. The tiny bit of consciousness that remained was also in chaos, recording the final madness before the world was destroyed.
Xila lifted her up from the ground, with a smile on his face, looking at Tang Yu as if he was watching a joke.
"You're so scared? Are you still going in?"
Behind him was the temple, the door of which opened silently, welcoming all believers equally.
Tang Yu quickly calmed down. She ignored Xila's sarcasm and walked straight into the temple.
As the stranger stepped in, the blood vessels hanging from the dome of the temple suddenly contracted collectively, and Tang Yu's soles sank into the scarlet flesh carpet on the ground.
The jade skeletons embedded in flesh and blood made a humming sound, and each skeleton had thorn-like bone spurs growing on its frontal bone - exactly the same as the crowns of the sacrificers in the murals.
Xila walked in with his legs raised, and his fingers slid into the wall of flesh and blood without any hindrance.
"These are the collective consciousness of the first generation of priests."
Tang Yu saw his palm scoop out a ball of gelatinous substance, inside which were sealed twelve figures wearing golden masks. They held scepters in their hands, their eyes were closed, and their faces showed piety.
"That." Silla pointed to the huge square tripod standing quietly behind Tang Yu, "It is what the priests used to offer sacrifices to the Lord when the weirdness first came to this world."
Tang Yu looked into Xila's eyes and quietly tightened the whip in her hand. She noticed that there was something wrong with Xila's wording.
"You didn't eat the rice ball I gave you?"
Silla chuckled, and the darkness in her eyes gradually gathered and blended into an indissoluble black.
Tang Yu swung out a thorny whip and wrapped it around his wrist. The sharp spikes on the whip pierced into the skin, oozing black mucus.
"You should thank me." Sheila's voice turned into the overlapping mutterings of thousands of people. "Without my cognitive pollution, you would have joined the pilgrimage team when you came to this world."
He raised his right hand, and the capillaries on the temple wall suddenly burst, gushing out black liquid that condensed into strange magic patterns on the scarlet carpet of flesh and blood.
"You are as stupid as ever!" Xila didn't care about the damage caused by the thorn whip. He stood in the magic circle and laughed wildly: "Have you never doubted why I chose to let you come to this copy?"
Tang Yu grabbed the thorn whip, looked at Xila's malicious smile, and calmly expressed his thoughts.
"To get revenge on me?"
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