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Chapter 192 The Mysterious Altar
After the two Taoist priests obtained the colorful dragon scale from the bearded giant...

They headed straight for a mountain stream.

Before long, they found what they were looking for—an altar made entirely of gold and jade.

It is not a square altar like those in ordinary temples, but rather it sits coiled at the bottom of a deep ravine in an almost living form. Its size is so great that it completely fills the narrow valley floor.

Furthermore, the jade used to construct the altar lacked a warm, lustrous feel; instead, it was dark and ink-like, with a viscous appearance. Its surface was covered with twisted and coiled grooves.

The gold inlaid within was heavy and dull, devoid of any elegance. Instead, it intertwined with the dark jade to create an indescribable sense of the unsettling.

Upon seeing the altar, the leading swordsman sighed deeply and said:

"I never imagined that we, a righteous sect, would one day have to use such evil tricks."

The Taoist priest holding the whisk hurriedly said:

"Senior brother, watch your words!"

This matter is of great importance, not only to their sect but also to all their allies.

Otherwise, they would never have brought this out.

Therefore, no matter how much one dislikes something, one should not criticize it on such an important matter.

Otherwise, it's one thing to incur the displeasure of the elders, but if something goes wrong and others get there first, then it will be difficult to deal with what they said!

The leading Taoist priest shook his head and said:

"I know, I know, but I still can't shake this feeling!"

He was not the top disciple of Yiqing Mountain, but he was a renowned prodigy in his time.

I thought that after returning to my clan, I would be full of youthful vigor, chivalry, and the joy of revenge.

You can see and hear everything along the way.
His words caused the Taoist priest beside him to sigh.

Before their master found them and retrieved Su Hui, the two had been friends for many years.

Moreover, he studied under renowned teachers and read the classics of sages and worthies from a young age.

This return to my ancestral home is not only driven by a desire for longevity, but also by a heart yearning to help and save people.

But after returning to the sect, he truly saw and touched the path to immortality, but the rest of the path was just getting further and further away.

"Senior brother, let's not talk about these things anymore. Let's just do our jobs properly!"

The leading Taoist nodded, then stepped onto the center of the eerie altar, sword in hand.

The altar was bizarrely twisted, with sharp edges and corners, and was covered with unprecedented scale-like runes that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be slowly writhing. Several dark gold spikes stood around the altar, piercing straight into the gray sky.

"Logically speaking, Qiu Qianhen should have arrived by now, but we brothers have been here for a while. Where is he?"

After looking around, the leading Taoist priest couldn't help but frown again.

Qiu Qianhen disliked it very much, but their two families were cooperating, and this strange thing was brought out by Qiu Qianhen's family.

Without him, the two of them alone couldn't have accomplished anything.

The Taoist priest holding the whisk also shook his head repeatedly:
"That guy is eccentric and anything he does is not surprising, so heaven knows what he's doing right now."

Just as the fellow disciples were about to say a few more bad things about that fellow,

Suddenly, I noticed a voice coming from afar behind me:
"He is unable to come, so I have come in his place."

The two were startled and quickly looked behind them.

A middle-aged man, still wearing a dark black cloak even in the sweltering heat, was seen approaching step by step.

They had only glanced at it when the two Taoist priests hurriedly bowed in respect.

"We two juniors greet you, senior!" "No need for formalities." The middle-aged man's voice was calm and even, but it carried a hint of mockery. "We, the evil sects, cannot accept such a grand gesture from you two young heroes."

The two men's lips twitched bitterly, knowing that every word of their resentment had been heard by the other man.

Given his status and position, he shouldn't have bothered with two juniors—that would be beneath him. However, considering his words, "Chou Qianhen can't come."
Startled, the sword-wielding Taoist exclaimed in disbelief:

"May I ask, senior, did someone kill Qiu Qianhen?"

The middle-aged man's gaze swept across the sword-wielding Taoist's face for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips:

“You’re smarter than him; you guessed it. That fool has already been dealt with personally by your Taoist master.”

Although they did not take his life, this man was already considered a dead man by their enemies.

Sure enough, even if one finds the so-called reincarnation, it is nothing more than finding a flower that resembles it in form only.

How could such a perverse and narrow-minded person be his exceptionally talented and famous child?

The two Taoist priests dared not say another word and could only speak of official business:

"Now that you have come in person, senior, may I begin to preside over the grand formation?"

"Otherwise, what would I be doing here?"

After saying that, the middle-aged man looked sharply in a certain direction.

He didn't care about that fool because he wasn't his child, and he even felt disgusted by a stranger claiming to be his child.

But that Taoist priest actually came knocking on my door because of this.

Then don't blame him for striking first!

He walked to the center of the altar, then opened his palm and let his blood flow down:
"Actually, even if that idiot comes, I'll still have to come in the end. After all, this altar belongs to my enemy, and only the bloodline of my enemy can use it."

In the initial plan, Qiu Qianhen and the others were to temporarily build a small world here using the altar, so that he could temporarily avoid the Heavenly Law.

But now that Qiu Qianhen has been dealt with, they can't reveal the core secrets of the altar to outsiders, so there's nothing they can do.

Even if he were to be brutally tortured by Tianxian, he would still have to come in person.

Along the way, even though humanity was scarce and the world was shrouded in darkness in the southwest, and even though he himself was careful to avoid danger at every turn, he was still reduced to the brink of ruin by Tianxian.

Only now that we've arrived here can we barely escape.

The more he thought about it, the deeper his hatred for that Taoist priest became.

As he watched the blood in his hand slowly being absorbed by the altar, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Hmph, even if your cultivation level is astounding to the old man.

But once this great undertaking is accomplished, can you, a mere Taoist priest who has long suffered under the laws of Heaven, still contend with the mighty Dragon King?

Blood fell to the ground, and the altar stirred. The countless spikes that had stood around it did not reach towards the sky as they had at the beginning. Instead, they curled up and plunged into the earth like tree roots.

Let's venture deep into the earth's veins!

The man's smile deepened, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he clutched his chest, vomiting a large amount of blood from his heart.

"senior?"

The two Taoist priests beside them also exclaimed in surprise.

Just as he was about to step forward to help him up, he saw the man sway and fall to the ground.

The altar seemed to be alive, sprouting countless golden and jade roots that tightly bound him, skinning him, drawing his blood, and sucking his bones.

Only then did the middle-aged man realize what was happening!
The old man at the altar didn't even tell him the details?!
(End of this chapter)