Ming Qi currently had no idea what lay within the Mount Osho Temple. However, from Young Master Wushuang's words, it was clear that something like a sacrifice was involved. This might even involve deities, which made one cautious.
Watching Young Master Wushuang leisurely enter, the masked figure followed, controlling the cage, and a dozen cultivators followed suit. It was clear that the first to rush forward were familiar with the captured female cultivator.
However, the masked figure showed no concern. Some even used their magical powers on the cage, remaining unmoved. He seemed completely confident in his control, completely unfazed by the cage's opening.
With trepidation, everyone entered the temple.
Ming Qi also controlled the divine diagram and followed the other cultivators, drifting into the temple.
Inside the temple, the first thing that came into view was a high platform shrouded in a dark, eerie aura, its form indistinct. This must have been the altar Young Master Wushuang had mentioned.
However, the altar was now surrounded by thick black auras, making it impossible to discern its true form. One could only faintly hear a continuous, muffled sound echoing from within, echoing outside and sounding eerie and terrifying.
The group arrived at the temple and stood there in silence. Most of them were in a daze, as if they had forgotten why they had come to Mount Osho. Faced with this strange altar, they were baffled.
Yu Quanzhen, standing in front of the other cultivators, stared at the altar in silence, his expression calm but with a hint of strangeness.
The masked figure, who had been walking ahead, walked directly to the base of the altar and whispered a few incantations towards the towering altar. The altar, previously shrouded in a dark aura, suddenly became clearer. A rumbling sound emanated, and a hideous, terrifying head emerged from the aura.
Seeing this head, the masked figure muttered to himself, "Head of the Demonic Dragon, Head of the Demonic Spirit, for countless millennia, you may be greedy, but you possess an irresistible allure. Today, I have brought a sacrifice to see what surprise you can offer me."
Although the masked figure spoke softly, every cultivator present heard it clearly. His intentions were clear: this mysterious altar must be connected to a powerful demon deity. By offering the desired sacrifice to the deity, one could obtain what they desired.
"Could it be that the treasure on Mount Osho is just this altar?"
This thought crossed everyone's mind at this moment. If so, then at least half of those in front of this altar would inevitably become sacrifices, stepping stones for others.
"Wuxiang, do you know anything about this altar?"
Ming Qi had become accustomed to asking Wuxiang Tongzi about anything he didn't know. Wuxiang Tongzi was practically an encyclopedia.
"Well, let me think."
It seemed Wuxiang Tongzi couldn't figure out what this thing was for a moment. His small brows knitted together as he pondered.
Outside, the masked figure had already manipulated the cage, sending the female monk within it before the hideous head.
The other monks in her group also rushed forward, but without exception, they were all beaten back by the masked figure.
"This person..."
Yu Quanzhen looked at the masked figure, a wave of confusion welling up in his heart. He had no idea how powerful this person truly was, but seeing how he could repel over a dozen cultivators with a single wave of his hand, he could tell they were incredibly powerful. But why had he never heard of such a person before?
Furthermore, this person's magical weapons were particularly bizarre. Besides the metal gloves on his hands, he also had numerous other glove-like items on his body, most of which looked quite bizarre and completely unprecedented.
"The Demonic Dragon God has been dormant for a long time. This first sacrifice will yield unexpected surprises."
Standing beside the altar, Young Master Wushuang gazed at the crowd before him with a smile, as if their presence had nothing to do with him.
"Oh, I remember now."
Finally, the Wuxiang boy within the divine map cried out, then continued, "This is the offering from the Dark Dragon King scattered among the human world for worship. The Dark Dragon King is the demon god who wields chaos within the Great Demon Realm and appeared during the last great war between gods and demons."
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After hearing Wuxiang boy's words, Ming Qi and the others gasped. It seemed this altar was truly extraordinary, capable of communicating with the demon gods of the Great Demon Realm.
"Wait!"
Just as Ming Qi and the others were discussing the Dark Dragon King within the divine map, the masked figure outside was about to place his offering on the enormous, ferocious head when he was suddenly stopped.
The one who spoke at this moment was Yu Quanzhen.
Almost as Yu Quanzhen spoke, his figure suddenly moved strangely, appearing behind Madam Rose. Simultaneously, he extended his hands, activating two streams of Martial King True Essence, instantly trapping Madam Rose.
Yu Quanzhen's speed was incredibly fast. In a split second, he subdued Madam Rose. Before anyone could react, Yu Quanzhen's figure swiftly leaped a few steps before arriving in front of the black altar. With a sudden wave of his hand, Madam Rose's body flew upward, crashing into the altar.
"What are you doing!"
Madam Rose's shocked voice echoed, followed by a thud, the sound of a crashing impact on the altar.
Instantly, plumes of black smoke rose from the entire altar. Within the swirling black air, countless ferocious monsters swirled and circled. In a matter of seconds, Madam Rose's charming form was completely engulfed.
"Holy crap!"
Seeing this, Ming Qi, who was within the divine map, was shocked. Yu Quanzhen's expression changed faster than the pages of a book!
Ming Qi had witnessed the entire journey from the Magic Forest to this point, and knew that Yu Quanzhen was still the core leader of these cultivators. However, Yu Quanzhen's sudden outburst, throwing Madam Rose directly into the altar as a sacrifice, immediately terrified all the cultivators.
Observing Yu Quanzhen's actions from a distance, the masked figure burst into laughter.
"Yu Quanzhen, Yu Quanzhen, it seems my suspicions were correct. You orchestrated this scheme. So, now that you've reached the Martial King realm, does the status of Killing Star City mean nothing to you?"
The masked figure's words startled even Ming Qi, who was in the divine map, as if suddenly understanding.