New and dark light years

Chapter 251 Exploring the Tiger's Den

The four led the bewildered Zhenjun to the side of the bronze cauldron.

The red light emanating from the bronze cauldron condensed into a beam and quickly wrapped around the True Lord's soul.

Then, with a little force, the red bundle cut the True Lord into several pieces. Then, the red bundle actually split into many thin bundles, pulling the fallen soul fragments into the cauldron.

Then, the oracle bone script engraved on the bronze tripod turned a pale red.

The military officer next to him turned his head and asked, "Has this already been successful?"

A man standing nearby cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to the Commander, Jing Ding has already consumed that soul, but... it seems not enough; the words on it are not red and bright enough."

"Then let's add another True Lord," the military officer said. "Go quickly."

The four men ran towards the tunnel again.

At this moment, in Li Lin's eyes, the red light on the cauldron became even stronger, and it seemed that something was about to crawl out of the cauldron.

Meanwhile, the giant centipede in the sky began to tremble slightly.

The two whiskers on its head were constantly waving, as if it were probing for something.

Li Lin instinctively hid in the shadows.

The military officer looked up at the sky. Although he was not a spirit hunter and could not see the giant centipede in the sky, he could feel the cold air emanating from it.

"When will the Supreme God truly awaken?" the military officer asked.

A shaman-like figure stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "After consuming another hundred True Lords, it should awaken. At that time, it will be able to transform from an insect into a dragon and merge with the fortune of our Great Qi. His Majesty will then be able to extend his life by at least a hundred years."

The military officer nodded with some envy: "Longevity of a hundred years, it seems that the current emperor truly has the mandate of heaven."

Everyone around agreed.

After a while, the four people from before brought over another True Lord.

Li Lin watched quietly.

Just like last time, the red light in the cauldron shredded the True Lord and dragged the fragments into the cauldron.

The red light above the cauldron was so intense that it was almost as dazzling as the midday sun.

But others seemed unable to see this; only Li Lin, who was wearing a mask, could.

He instinctively lowered his head to avoid the red light shining directly into his eyes.

At this moment, the military officer in front noticed that the characters on the bronze cauldron had turned extremely red and asked, "Is it ready now?"

The middle-aged man, who looked like a shaman, looked at it for a while and then said, "It's ready."

The military officer immediately said, "Then let's begin the sacrificial ceremony."

The shaman responded and walked to the cauldron, where he began to jump and dance a strange dance.

It was filled with an ancient aura, and strange melodies were being hummed from its mouth. The sound was high-pitched and piercing, yet not unpleasant to the ear, and it was full of sacredness.

Li Lin initially thought this was just a normal shamanistic ritual, but as the shaman performed the sacrifices, the characters on the surface of the bronze cauldron actually began to move.

Like a spider, it slithers across the surface of the cauldron.

It swims very slowly, and the characters even get tangled together before separating again.

It was as if the words themselves were dancing.

The military officers and others moved away from the bronze tripod.

At this moment, the red light emanating from the top of the cauldron gradually changed color and turned black.

It was like a dark beam of light, drifting slowly there.

Li Lin sensed a deep-seated malice.

He had a bad feeling.

The bronze cauldron was exceptionally large, about two zhang tall, and its interior was not visible from the surrounding area.

As the black light gradually intensified, a black hand soon emerged from within and gripped the edge of the bronze cauldron.

Li Lin frowned.

Something seems to have been born from this bronze tripod?
The next moment, another hand reached out from the bronze cauldron, with both hands gripping the edge of the cauldron.

With both hands exerting force simultaneously, a black humanoid figure crawled out of the cauldron and sat on its edge.

Li Lin's eyes widened suddenly.

Because he saw that the black humanoid figure should be a woman, but... it was so black that he couldn't make out the shape of her face or her features.

But her lower body was a long snake tail.

The Tree Fairy? No, it must just be a coincidence.

This ugly thing can't possibly be the Tree Fairy Goddess.

They just happen to be 'strange' creatures with human bodies and snake tails.

Such situations do not not occur.

Li Lin had seen two True Lords with dog heads and human bodies.

Moreover, at this moment, this black ominous figure looked down upon the military officer and the surrounding soldiers not far away.

Li Lin couldn't see the other person's pupils because the other person seemed to be formed from shadows, so naturally he couldn't see the other person's eyes.

But Li Lin could still sense the 'mockery' emanating from the dark figure.

At this moment, the shaman below had finished his sacrificial dance and stopped humming. He was panting heavily when he walked up to the military officer, cupped his hands, and said, "I have lived up to the governor's expectations. The spirit of the cauldron has now awakened."

The military officer looked at the characters moving across the bronze tripod and nodded in satisfaction.

He then stepped forward and came to the cauldron, saying, "I am Zhou Huan, from the Lingtai Bureau of the Imperial City, and the Wandering Military Commander. I greet the Ancestor."

After saying this, the military officer bowed.

The people around them were the same.

After a while, Zhou Huan straightened up, clasped his hands, raised his head and continued, "This official begs the Ancestor to hand over the offerings we have presented to the Supreme God."

The black shadow seemed to chuckle. She looked up at the giant centipede in the sky, then bent down, took out a ball of blackish-red 'qi' from the cauldron, and threw it directly upwards.

The black mist floated straight upwards and soon arrived at the giant centipede's mouth.

The giant centipede instinctively opened its mouth and swallowed the black mist with its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Then the giant centipede slowly opened its eyes.

At this time, the characters on the surface of the bronze tripod were no longer flowing, but were slowly returning to their original state.

Upon seeing this, the military officer nodded with delight: "It seems that the ancestor has already sent the tribute up."

The shaman closed his eyes and stood quietly for a while, then opened them and said with a smile, "I feel that the True Lord's soul has reached the heavens. The matter is accomplished. Congratulations to the Chief Supervisor."

Zhou Huan laughed and said, "It seems that the ancestor is not as difficult to talk to as the legends say."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely cheerful.

At this moment, the shadowy figure looked up at the giant centipede that had awakened in the sky and said, "Multi-legged monster, how many more souls do you need to devour before you can break free from the shackles here?"

This seemed like a perfectly normal statement, but upon hearing it, the giant centipede suddenly twisted its body, trying its best to rush down.

But no matter how it swayed its body or used its densely packed feet on both sides, it could not move even half a step.

After wriggling for a while, the giant centipede seemed to get tired. It stopped what it was doing and coiled its body back into the shape of a mosquito coil before looking at the dark figure on the ground.

Its mouth didn't move, but a voice came out: "Don't be so smug, you can't trap me for long."

The shadowy figure didn't speak, but just smiled.

At this moment, the giant centipede suddenly roared and began to writhe in agony, as if in great pain.

After rolling around for a while, it suddenly opened its mouth.

Drops of gray water fell from its mouth.

These water droplets are invisible to ordinary people, but once they land, they immediately turn into clumps of yin energy.

The spreading yin energy caused the nearby temperature to drop further, and frost appeared on the ground.

Such an unusual occurrence naturally attracted the attention of those around them.

The shaman said, "The gods have already enjoyed the offerings and are very happy now. We should leave now so as not to upset them."

Zhou Huan nodded and smiled, "Wei Boda, you've done a great job. His Majesty will surely reward you when things are done."

"This humble servant will certainly not fail Your Majesty's expectations," said the Nanman shaman, Veboda, bowing deeply.

Zhou Huan was quite satisfied and was about to leave when a soldier rushed over and said urgently, "Reporting to the Commander, more than a dozen Jianghu people are coming from the northeast. They have broken through our sentries and are heading this way."

Zhou Huan was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Why are those people coming this way?"

"According to the bird calls relayed by the sentries, the dozen or so people were divided into two groups: one group was on the run, and the other group was in pursuit."

Then, everyone heard the faint, urgent chirping of birds coming from afar.

Zhou Huan's face turned ugly: "Mere martial arts practitioners dare to... attack imperial institutions, they've gone too far! Sound the drums and form a battle formation, I want to see which sects are so bold."

(End of this chapter)