Chapter 3514: Sacrifice, the truth? _1....
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The brawny man’s walking posture was a little strange, giving people a feeling of disharmony, but this state was quickly corrected.
He walked through the long passage without looking sideways, as if he did not see the strange prisoners on both sides at all.
After pushing the iron gate open, the brawny man walked forward and soon reached the end of the passage.
It was as if they were racing against time, without the slightest hesitation.
The moment he reached the iron gate, the brawny man’s figure flashed to the side and he leaned against the wall.
After a few more breaths, the iron door was pushed open and a group of people rushed in.
They wore the same armor as the brawny man and had all kinds of accessories on them. They wanted to decorate all their organs.
There were also a few figures in the crowd, holding short Spears in their hands and wearing ferocious masks.
Unlike the other brawny men, they exuded a faint energy fluctuation, and their muscles contained a terrifying power.
“Open the cage and bring out all the prisoners!”
The cultivator who seemed to be the leader gave the order, and then a strong man rushed into the cell with a fierce look.
The sound of the door opening and curses could be heard. Before long, prisoners with numb expressions were pushed out.
They were wearing handcuffs and shackles, and under the beating of the strong men, they lined up to walk outside.
The number of prisoners coming out from behind the Iron door was not uniform, and it was impossible to count the specific number.
They were like walking corpses. Even when they were whipped, they didn’t have any reaction.
Very quickly, the prisoners in the cage were all driven out.
The brawny men who had driven the prisoners out followed closely behind, and so did the brawny men who had hidden by the door in advance.
Outside the door was a huge city. There were grand buildings everywhere, and the surface was painted with bright colors.
There were also all kinds of sculptures scattered in every corner of the city, most of which were giant beasts.
The people walking on the streets were all wearing all kinds of accessories, and their skin was covered in dark green tattoos.
A group of strong men wearing masks were escorting a group of lifeless prisoners, moving forward along the wide road.
While they were walking, the residents on the side of the road stopped and kept waving their hands and shouting excitedly.
Then, with an expression of anticipation, they followed behind the group, as if they were parading in a Festival.
In the process of walking, the size of the team continued to expand, and the number of passersby was already a hundred times that of the prisoners.
If one observed carefully, they would find that the nearby roads actually had the same scene.
Dozens of wide passages, like the rays of the sun, directly led to the central square.
In the center of the square, there was a building that looked like a giant tower. It was about six or seven hundred meters tall.
At the top of the building, there was a constantly spinning vortex that seemed to be able to devour everything in the world.
Around this huge building, there were rings of platforms that looked like steps that extended upwards.
There were rows of strong men standing on the stairs, each holding a bronze saber.
The circular square around the building was already filled with excited tribesmen, who were all staring at the giant tower and the vortex.
The numbed prisoner was continuously whipped as he slowly walked up the long stairs to the platforms.
In the process of advancing, some prisoners tried to resist, but they were smashed to the ground by the burly men.
On these platforms, there were black stone beds full of runes, which were inclined inward.
There were also many grooves on the stone bed, which were also slanted and extended directly into the tower.
As the prisoners moved forward, they were pulled out of the line and pushed onto the stone beds.
The thick stone slab that was erected beside the stone bed like a box lid would be directly locked onto the prisoner’s body.
The prisoner could only reveal his neck. His body was squeezed by the stone slabs, and all his heart blood was gathered in his head.
As they advanced, the prisoners were constantly pressed onto the stone beds, unable to break free.
Soon, a thin figure appeared at the top of the tower. He was wearing a strange blood-red robe.
A wisp of ancient aura permeated the surroundings of his body.
He held a bone piece with words carved on it in his hand and loudly chanted something similar to a funeral oration. The men and women in the square around him kept responding.
They seemed to have lost half of their minds as they screamed and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and praying.
It didn’t take long for the incantation to be finished. The thin figure knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and shouted at the vortex.
“Swish!”
The strange sound was like a signal, making the men and women around even more excited.
The brawny men standing at the bottom of the stairs raised their bronze blades and slashed at the prisoner on the stone bed.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
The prisoner’s head rolled on the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain, but it was squeezed down by the stone slabs.
The blood flowed into the grooves that were filled with dried blood and continuously flowed into the tower. No one knew where it went.
Just like falling dominoes, they kept going up from the bottom. The brawny men maintained the same rhythm as they kept beheading the prisoners.
Blood gushed into the tower, and the men and women below kept praying and cheering, as if they were celebrating the arrival of a Festival.
The heads that were cut off rolled down the stairs.
At this time, he could see that the deep pit under the stairs was filled with skeletons. It was unknown how many prisoners had been sacrificed and killed here.
After the prisoners were killed, blood suddenly gushed out from the top of the tower.
After the blood shot into the air, it was absorbed by the vortex without any waste.
Such a cruel and strange scene made the audience burst into excited cheers, even singing and dancing in the square.
After cheering for a while, the surrounding residents dispersed, as if this was a daily ceremony.
At the corner of the square below, Tang Zhen, who was wearing the skin of a strong man, quietly turned around and walked towards the prison.
The missing supremacy cultivators, as well as the cultivators of loucheng who had been investigated later, had all become prisoners.
They were killed as a sacrifice and used their blood to feed the vortex on the tower.
Tang Zhen recalled his previous experience of being resurrected from the dead and his understanding of the rules of time. He was able to confirm one thing.
Every trapped cultivator seemed to be in the same time and space, but in fact, they had experienced different things at different times.
For example, the cultivator who warned Tang Zhen might have tried to escape countless times but failed in the end.
This was the reason why he was so numbed and indifferently watched Tang Zhen save himself. He did not think that Tang Zhen had the possibility of success.
The other cold prisoners should have suffered the same fate.
The more they died, the greater the damage to their soul. As the cycle of death continued, the cultivators would die completely.
Although the time of the mishaps was the same, the time of entry might not be the same. As long as there was a difference of three to five years, the situation would be completely different.
This was the uncertainty of time. Tang Zhen might be a little luckier as he entered later than the others.
Perhaps there were even more fortunate people who arrived later than Tang Zhen.
At that time, Tang Zhen, who had experienced failure after failure, would eventually become a despairing and disheartened person and become one of the prisoners of despair.
With a cold and numb expression, he would watch the later party’s escape performance and warn them that there was no possibility of success.