Chapter 144: Sacrifice, Abyss Maw

Chapter 144: Sacrifice, Abyss Maw

"The domain-suppressing cauldron! Butian Holy Land, what a grand display!"

The great sword in the hand of the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak trembled and hummed.

His gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced through the dense mist, staring directly at the Saint King Realm powerhouse opposite him.

On the flying Treasure Artifact of Butian Holy Land, a Saint King Realm powerhouse appeared, laughing and dismissing the tension, "The Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak is truly impressive; you are actually capable of shaking a quasi-emperor artifact."

"Do not be angry. The Land of Fallen Emperors is fraught with crises; the overturning of a celestial boat happens in an instant. My Butian Holy Land is merely taking this opportunity to give Yaochi Sacred Land a warning."

The Prodigies of Yaochi Sacred Land were furious upon hearing this, "This is a provocation!"

"A naked provocation!"

"You nearly overturned our celestial boat! If we hadn't been carefully selected, this action would certainly have caused a large number of Disciples to fall into the spatial rift and be ground into fragments by the gale!"

They dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Even the hot-tempered Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak could not harm the other side with a full-strength sword strike.

Let alone Disciples who were at most in the Quasi-Saint Realm?!

Su Youyu hid behind Qin Xuan and whispered a reminder, "That domain-suppressing cauldron belongs to my third sister. Originally, it was only a top-grade Sacred Artifact. After she entered Butian Holy Land, the Holy Master completed it into a quasi-emperor artifact. Its appearance this time is likely intended to announce to everyone that your quasi-emperor artifact is not the only one, which will cause many to lower their guard against quasi-emperor artifacts and harbor murderous intent toward you again."

Saint Son Chen Fan turned his head and glared at Su Youyu, "How dare you betray Wu Bingqing?!"

Su Youyu snorted angrily, "This is called abandoning darkness for light—no, wait. I am not the only one who knew the origin of the domain-suppressing cauldron. I am just informing Senior Brother in advance; how can this be considered betrayal?"

"It is still better than you, a Saint of Yaochi Sacred Land who is a traitor eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot!"

Qin Xuan ignored their argument, stepped onto the deck, arrived at the edge, and said in a deep voice, "It is impolite not to reciprocate."

"Since Butian Holy Land has brought out a quasi-emperor artifact, my Yaochi Sacred Land is not without one either!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and summoned it, as easily as moving his own arm.

The ancient prison-suppressing tower transformed into a streak of light, and just as the two Sacred Lands broke through the spatial rift and arrived before the entrance of the Land of Fallen Emperors, it slammed violently into the domain-suppressing cauldron!

Boom—

A loud noise erupted; the collision of the two quasi-emperor artifacts was world-destroying.

The aura swept outwards, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to flow backwards. Even the countless giant trees on the ground were uprooted by the soil being stripped away inch by inch, all of them pulverized into dust by the shockwave.

Countless major factions that had arrived here early had never expected this sudden scene.

They could only curse under their breath, then scrambled to cover their heads and flee into the Void Realm.

Crack—

A crisp cracking sound rang out from the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

On the flying Treasure Artifact of Butian Holy Land, a Saint King Realm powerhouse's eyes flashed with fierce light as he soared into the air.

From the Sacred Artifact he summoned, an endless dark aura erupted, summoning a giant dark creature comparable to a Heaven-Manifesting entity.

"Yin God Rending the Void!"

That Yin God, standing ten thousand feet tall with strange horns on its head, held a soul-mourning staff covered in thorns and smashed it fiercely toward the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

It wanted to take this opportunity to destroy the Foundation of the ancient prison-suppressing tower in one fell swoop.

As long as the ancient prison-suppressing tower was lost, Qin Xuan would be nothing but an ant in their eyes, to be manipulated by their Butian Holy Land at will!

Clang— The ancient prison-suppressing tower suffered a heavy blow from the Yin spirit and, seemingly unable to withstand it, spun backwards toward the flying Treasure Artifact of Butian Holy Land.

The Saint King who summoned the Yin God was overjoyed, "Bingqing, lend me a hand to refine this tower! Qin Xuan killed my beloved Disciple; today, I will make sure the quasi-emperor artifact in his hands never returns!"

In a flash, the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak struck again, restraining the domain-suppressing cauldron and not letting it fly back.

Butian Holy Land did not come to the rescue; instead, three more Saint Kings flew out from the flying Treasure Artifact!

From the four directions of east, west, south, and north, one Saint King each imprisoned the space surrounding the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

"Not good!"

The Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak was greatly alarmed.

It's over!

He had already suffered a loss once, and now, wanting to regain his face, he unexpectedly caused Qin Xuan's quasi-emperor artifact to be lost.

This not only lost Qin Xuan's supreme treasure but also greatly diminished the confidence of the Disciples.

This trip to the Land of Fallen Emperors would surely be fraught with danger!

"Senior Brother Qin Xuan, your quasi-emperor artifact is about to be refined by Butian Holy Land."

Su Youyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva in terror.

Before even entering the Land of Fallen Emperors, Qin Xuan had already lost the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

She felt that she would likely suffer as well this time.

"Do not worry."

Qin Xuan looked around and noticed that on the scorched ground not far away, a pitch-black vortex had begun to form from a small black dot, instantly expanding thousands of times, and it was still growing.

A smile played on the corners of his lips; he knew the time was ripe.

With a thought, he whispered softly like a devil, "Ancient Mountain and River Shattering."

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A violent tremor erupted from the imprisoned ancient prison-suppressing tower.

Every tremor caused the surrounding space to begin to twist and shift.

As the oscillation intensified and gradually settled into a steady hum, a special Dao aura bloomed upon the ancient prison-suppressing tower.

It caused the flying Sacred Artifact of Butian Holy Land to also become stained with this halo.

Crack—

The two layers of the tower began to rotate, and at the instant they overlapped again, another cracking sound rang out.

However, this time, what shattered was no longer the ancient prison-suppressing tower, but the flying Sacred Artifact of Butian Holy Land.

The entire Sacred Artifact carrying the Prodigies of Butian Holy Land to explore the Land of Fallen Emperors collapsed violently, without the slightest warning.

A Sacred Artifact turned into dust in an instant.

Furthermore, these dust particles, like obliterated mountains and rivers, carried an aura of destructive despair; even the slightest contact would cause a Cultivator to sink into it.

One could see hundreds, even thousands, of Prodigies from Butian Holy Land, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, falling straight into the pitch-black vortex on the ground in a heavy downpour.

The Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect was shocked, "How could we be above the entrance of the Land of Fallen Emperors?!"

"Not good, save them with all your might!"

The four Saint King Realm powerhouses, unaffected by the aura of despair, showed panic on their faces.

They no longer cared about losing control of the ancient prison-suppressing tower and struck one after another to rescue the falling Prodigies.

No sooner said than done.

Just as the four Saint King Realm powerhouses joined forces to rescue most of the Prodigies, from that pitch-black vortex—

A head comparable in size to a city opened its blood-red maw from the vortex and lunged out.

Regardless of whether they were Prodigies or Saints, all were swallowed into its belly!

Having devoured a large amount of blood-food, the abyss maw at the entrance of the Land of Fallen Emperors gradually began to change from pitch black to a bizarre, iridescent color.

Only then did Qin Xuan unhurriedly and slowly retract the ancient prison-suppressing tower. He looked at the Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect, who looked as if he had been fished out of water and was covered in cold sweat, with a smile on his lips and a teasing glint in his eyes, "Many thanks to the Sect Master of Soul Refining Sect for your generosity in using the flesh and blood of the Butian Holy Land Prodigies to fill the abyss maw. If not for the righteous spirit of Butian Holy Land, we would have had to pay a considerable price this time!"

The entrance to this Land of Fallen Emperors was unique.

It required sacrifice.

Every time it opened, various factions would throw in a large amount of blood-food.

Mostly death-row prisoners, but also medicinal materials rich in Qi and blood.

But now, with Butian Holy Land taking the lead, the abyss maw was already fed full.

It saved the various factions from having to make difficult choices.

"Senior Brother is mighty!"

"Celebrate for Yaochi Sacred Land!"

"Celebrate for Senior Brother Qin Xuan!"

On the celestial boat, the Disciples of Yaochi Sacred Land were filled with high enthusiasm.

They were incredibly exhilarated, shouting until the veins on their foreheads bulged.

They had suffered a huge setback and were nearly capsized by Butian Holy Land's schemes.

But now, Butian Holy Land wanted to refine Senior Brother Qin Xuan's quasi-emperor artifact, but unexpectedly, they tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, causing their entire flying Sacred Artifact to shatter.

A large number of Prodigies fell into the abyss maw, and even the four Saint King Realm powerhouses were unable to rescue them in time.

At least over a hundred Prodigies were lost, and among them, several Saint Realm powerhouses were also used as blood-food and swallowed by the abyss maw.

In this conflict initiated by Butian Holy Land, Yaochi Sacred Land had won a complete victory!

Senior Brother Qin Xuan deserved the primary credit.

As Qin Xuan's fellow Junior Brothers, they shared in the honor.

It wasn't just these Yaochi Prodigies; even the leader, the Peak Master of Wan Jian Peak, had a look of shock and disbelief.

Things that even he, a Saint King Realm powerhouse, could not do—

Qin Xuan had actually accomplished them, and flawlessly at that.

Even the four Saint King Realm powerhouses of Butian Holy Land were unable to do anything about it.

It was truly shocking.

Although he felt exhilarated inside, he frowned when he noticed the various factions that had appeared and gathered around.

He was more worried about Qin Xuan's safety.

The matter had blown up, and Qin Xuan had become the eye of the storm once again.

With everyone's eyes on him, even he could not ensure his safety!