On the altar, the murmurs and chants of the black-robed disciples grew increasingly intense, as if they were reciting some ancient incantation. As their voices echoed through the underground chamber, the previously still spirit crystals began to tremble, gradually emitting a strange, eerie light. The color of the light constantly shifted, from dim purple to a sinister red, finally converging into a deep black that devoured the surrounding illumination. The fluctuations of energy in the air grew more and more violent, surging like tidal waves, and the entire underground space began to tremble violently, as though the earth itself was reacting to the ritual about to take place.
Lin Ye stood at the edge of the altar, filled with an unprecedented sense of crisis. His demonic energy stirred alertly, sensing the powerful force radiating from the altar—as though a dark power was awakening from within the spirit crystals, a force intimately tied to the fate of the imprisoned mine slaves.
I. The Ritual Begins
The chants of the black-robed disciples grew higher and more frenzied. As their voices gradually intertwined into a formless power, a tremendous surge of energy erupted above the altar, accompanied by a thunderous boom. The glow of the spirit crystals intensified. Suddenly, a crystal at the center of the altar burst forth with a blinding light, like a falling star illuminating the entire underground space.
Lin Ye felt an overwhelming pressure. Every nerve in his body tensed in alert. Despite unleashing his full demonic perception to detect any movement, the oppressive darkness pressing down on him felt almost tangible, as if it were going to swallow the entire space.
“What is this…” Lin Ye muttered inwardly, the fire of rage burning even fiercer in his eyes. The energy within this ritual was far too immense—this wasn’t just about sacrificing spirit crystals. There was clearly a far more terrifying goal behind it.
II. Sacrificing the Mine Slaves
As Lin Ye watched the changes on the altar with growing tension, he saw several black-robed disciples—expressionless and utterly devoid of emotion—dragging some weak mine slaves forward, their steps heavy and slow. The slaves were emaciated, eyes hollow, completely devoid of resistance, like puppets at the mercy of others.
They were forcibly brought onto the altar. As the disciples moved, a wave of indescribable disgust welled up in Lin Ye’s heart. Once laid onto the altar, the moment they came into contact with the glowing energy, their bodies immediately began to change violently. Their skin shriveled rapidly, their forms becoming increasingly withered; even muscle and bone started to dissolve and vanish, while their blood and essence seemed to be drawn out by some invisible force.
Lin Ye, witnessing all of this, felt a nauseating aura spreading through him. It was too horrifying. The mine slaves’ life force and souls were being devoured one by one by the altar. And these people, already half-dead from long-term labor and torment, now had their fates sealed completely.
“What are you trying to do?!” Lin Ye couldn’t help but growl under his breath.
He wanted to charge forward and stop this terrifying ritual, but he knew his current strength was still far from enough. His demonic power surged within him, yet he was unable to unleash it fully due to the energy barrier surrounding the altar.
III. The Strong One Appears
Just as the tension of the ritual peaked, Lin Ye suddenly sensed an incredibly powerful aura descending upon the underground chamber. This aura far surpassed that of any opponent he had faced before. It brought with it an oppressive might that shook the entire space.
Lin Ye’s eyes narrowed sharply as he whipped around. A golden-robed elder had appeared above the altar. His presence was imposing, like an immovable mountain looming over the chamber. His face was stern, his eyes unfathomably deep, and his gaze—sharp as a hawk—swept across the altar.
Lin Ye felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him. Under the elder’s aura, his own presence seemed utterly insignificant. This was a level of strength he had never imagined encountering before. If he were to face this man head-on, he couldn’t even estimate his chances of survival.
“The ritual has begun. All preparations are complete,” the elder spoke, his voice low and thunderous, like lightning from the heavens. “What follows will determine the future of Tianyuan Sect.”
His words echoed through the underground space like a clap of thunder, making Lin Ye’s heart tighten. He realized this ritual wasn’t just some evil power-gathering ceremony—it was laying the groundwork for Tianyuan Sect’s future. And this elder in gold robes was clearly one of its leading orchestrators, perhaps even the mastermind behind it all.
IV. Conclusion
Lin Ye’s heartbeat quickened, and a decisive light burned in his eyes. Everything was far more complicated than he had imagined. The dark forces and conspiracies hidden within the inner sanctum of Tianyuan Sect filled him with despair. Yet, in the face of the unfolding crisis, he could not retreat.
Uncle Wang was still imprisoned near the altar, his breath weakening by the second, close to death. If Lin Ye did not act soon, this vile ritual would not only spell the end for Uncle Wang, but would also fully reveal the dark core hidden deep within Tianyuan Sect.
He knew there was no turning back. Only by risking everything could he save Uncle Wang and stop this catastrophe. Lin Ye took a deep breath, his demonic energy erupting violently, a powerful aura surging from within him.
“I won’t let you succeed!” Lin Ye growled under his breath, stepping resolutely toward the altar.
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