Turning back, an emergency craftsman let out a wail, drinking a bottle of potion. In an instant, the living dead's flesh and bones revived, and sixty percent of the health returned, trembling and panting.

"What on earth just happened?" the leader asked.

"Ma-maybe it's because the Spiritual Circuit aged over time," the craftsman squeezed out a difficult smile, "Some interruptions are normal. As long as we eliminate the anomalies, we can surely..."

Snap!

Before he finished, Ji Jue's fingers flicked again, and the re-ignited Flame Light vanished without a trace.

From afar, a terrified scream rang out, so wrenching and sharp that it gave everyone goosebumps. The leader recognized the source of the sound and felt even more terrified.

"Wuyou Gong!!!"

The leader, who was raised by Wuyou Gong since childhood and already melded with Wuyou Gong's Shadow Law, instantly felt the pain and fury from the other end, resulting in instinctual panic and confusion, drenched in sweat.

Only at this moment did he raise his newly grown palm, lifting the craftsman's collar, and angrily scolded, "What is going on? What the hell are you doing!"

"I-I don't know what to..."

The craftsman was on the verge of tears, feeling the murderous gazes, trembling, reaching for the altar.

No sooner had he raised his hand than the altar suddenly shook, a surge of electricity flew out again, enveloping him, as he screamed amidst the dense smoke.

Then, the blazing light reignited!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the craftsman with admiration—without a doubt, You Sui's elite is efficient!

With great difficulty, as the terrified craftsman got up from the ground, before he could speak, he heard...

Snap!

It went out.

This time, nobody spoke.

They all gazed at the craftsman silently, full of expectation and encouragement.

—Hiss, you can do it, right?!

"I-I..." On his scorched face, a trail of meandering bloody tears emerged, "I really don't know... what on earth is going on!"

"It's alright!" Ji Jue clenched his fist, encouraging, "I believe in you!"

"Yes, yes, we all believe in you!"

"Come on!"

"Yes, come on!!!"

The craftsman, dazed, uttered a final wail from his throat, instinctively wanting to wave his hand... The altar shook again, a surge of electricity splitting across the air, striking him.

His painfully healed body was split into a mess once more.

Then, the light reignited!

"Look, it's charged! It's charged!"

Ji Jue clapped his hands in amazement, eyes glowing, decidedly said, "It must be Zhi Fu's great power mouth!!!"

Instantly, everyone clueless nodded in agreement, gathered around the craftsman, clapping their hands.

Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations!

Under the fiercely burning flame light, in such a bizarre atmosphere, the beaming joyful faces were reminiscent of a cult's sacrificial scene.

And, as expected, it went out again.

In the darkness, the applause continued.

Everyone looked down at the craftsman, cheering and applauding for him.

"I, I... it's not right, this is not right..." The craftsman wept and wailed, utterly not understanding what was happening, certain that someone was meddling!

Unfortunately, the moment he opened his mouth, another surge of electricity came.

The rotten flesh smoked.

The light reignited.

The cheers and applause grew even stronger.

Is this Zhi Fu's sacrifice? So miraculous! So powerful!

Like this, turning on, off, on, off, in the end, everyone simply pinned the entire craftsman on the altar with seven hands and eight feet.

Under the bombardment of electric surges, a lump of charred remains twitched under nervous influence, maintaining that flickering light.

Always unable to complete verification!

A vain torture.

Just when Ji Jue grew completely tired, stealthily drew the Poison Blade obtained, and quietly stabbed into the back of his own supported White Deer Sufferer...

From afar, the source of the wrenching scream finally contained an intolerable roar.

Wuyou Gong roared!

Repeatedly crushed numerous times, the Tiger Talisman Seed suddenly rose, enduring the gravitational stare from the giant face, forcibly supported.

Then, mud-like blackness surged out from the Tiger Talisman, like a hand, gripping a fractured, shattered seed, forcibly stimulating!

In an instant, a towering, earth-shattering wild flame light surged, majestic and endless, wildly rampant.

Forcibly colliding with the shadow of death of the Forbidden Domain, stirring up waves.

Such blazing light and aura...

"Flame Tide?!"

Ji Jue was dumbstruck, exclaiming in disbelief, as if countless clues in his mind were faintly linked together by something, yet he couldn't figure it out.

Incomprehensible.

"Indeed, the disaster of the Flame Tide."

The White Deer Sufferer he was supporting sighed with emotion, "So much live sacrifice was invested just to barely rekindle it, yet it's hard to restore its former glory. It's unimaginable how it looked when complete. I suppose burning mountains and boiling seas would be nothing to it?"

A slight itching seemed to creep up his back.

Unfortunately, being supported, it's difficult to scratch.

He twisted his neck, rubbing against his clothes, attempting to quell the slight itch, entirely unaware of the Poison Blade hovering behind his heart.

Suspended, a hair's breadth away.

In the chaos, he remained particularly calm.

He's not part of Wuyou's deployment, so naturally, he isn't like the leader, fretting nervously.

Here to earn, regardless of success, he'd get paid, so what significance did the scene before him hold?

"Brother, are you alright?" He looked at Ji Jue, noticing his increasingly heavy breaths, sighed with emotion, "You've worked hard. Your knee bones will take some more time to grow."

"It's fine."

Ji Jue shook his head with a smile, after a brief stiffness, smoothing out again, his expression growing more serene, "I'm just curious about this. Wasn't it said to be extinguished for a long time?"

How suddenly it..."

"Wuyou spent a fortune, even managed to move that Saint."

The Sufferer mentioned this, eyebrows raised in excitement, "You might not know, but Lord Shekri once told me: not only the Flame Tide, but also Dark Fall, Frost Formation, Blood Rain, and Heavenly Rift... were all brought into this world by that Saint!"

Faced with a curious and eager gaze from the Polluted Demon, he laughed and decided to reveal a bit of secret: "Especially the disaster of the Flame Tide!

It was the calamity crystal that rose from the Absolute Abyss, reportedly discovered already combined with the Vortex.

Unfortunately, the budding ultimately failed.

Otherwise, it might've birthed a unique dual-core seed of the Absolute Abyss and Vortex!"

Like the Hunting Wolf, Tower's Usurper, Polluted Demon, it would have been even above them!

The Evil Demon receiving the essence of Great Evil naturally possesses a unique status and strength, distinctly different from ordinary Sufferers.

Ascension and Ruins opposite, the essence of Absolute Abyss and Vortex, overlapping the Spirit of Nothingness and Collapsing Matter, if successful, what terrifying power might be created?!

"Is that... how it is?"

Polluted Demon seemed shocked, as if he had suspected, showing an unbelievable expression, simultaneously crying and laughing, nodding in admiration, "Truly impressive!"

Having said that, he looked at him with full anticipation, gazing earnestly yet humbly, as if willing to pay any price, pleading:

"Could you tell me the name of that Saint?"

"Does that even need saying? Of course, it's—"

The White Deer Sufferer opened his mouth without thinking, intending to answer, but suddenly froze, looking back in bewilderment.

Finally, he sensed something was wrong.

How could anyone in this team not know of the [Seeder]'s existence?

Thus, in that instant, he finally saw it, that flawless, maddeningly perfect smile.

Above the smile, pitch-black eyes.

An abyss of emptiness.

Only pure blood red entangled with darkness, like an opening to the abyss.

Looking at him.

"Who are you..."

He stiffened, dazed, unable to understand.

But when he wanted to act, it was already too late.

Too late.

Snap!

Poison Blade thrust forward, easily penetrating the heart under constraint, then, Spiritual Hand extended from the shoulder, pressing against his face.

Chun Jun puncture!

The White Deer Sufferer fell, convulsing, his final struggles only managed to tear off half a mask covering Ji Jue's face.

Yet beneath that shattered countenance, another smile emerged, its winding glow crossing the opening, seamlessly connecting.

Unfortunately, too much joy and sorrow had long turned to ash.

In the darkness, there was only empty void.

"So quiet now."

Amid the thud of the fallen body, Ji Jue lowered his gaze, sighed lightly, overlooking those blankly turned faces.

Too quiet.

Shouldn't be silent.

He said, "There should be more wailing."

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