The only way

Chapter 940 Arrival
This is the altar, and on the altar are, naturally, the offerings.

The crimson inner garments, shimmering with iridescent light, overlapped, while the dark-colored, wide-sleeved outer garment gleamed with pearls.

The exquisite gold-thread embroidery of mythical beasts on the collar and cuffs adds to the mystery of this magnificent garment.

Her hands, clasped together at her abdomen, were fair and delicate, as lustrous as the finest porcelain. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down the altar like an ink snake, and her face, with its eyes closed, was peaceful and serene.

But her stunning beauty is unforgettable.

Lying on the altar was none other than Yin Zilu, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan.

The demon's holy maiden has been reduced to a sacrifice!

This should have been an incomprehensible thing, but none of the hundreds of demons kneeling on the ground, wearing black robes, raising their hands to the sky, and chanting ancient incantations around them, responded.

They were simply bowing and kowtowing repeatedly, raising their hands high, and chanting incantations.

As the sacrificial array of the entire Divine Firmament City was fully activated, countless streams of blood and resentment soared into the sky. At the same time, all nine hundred and ninety-nine demons unhesitatingly pulled out a jet-black dagger from their robes and stabbed it into their hearts in unison.

The black dagger flashed with a scarlet blood light, instantly tearing open the chest cavity, and large gushes of blood gushed out, splashing onto the array patterns on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the nine hundred and ninety-nine demons who had committed suicide surrounding the altar fell one after another like wheat fields swaying in the wind, their blood gushing from their chests, nourishing the great formation and providing it with nutrients.

Around the black boulder on the altar, a figure knelt in each of the four directions, their auras undiminished—they were demons at the Nascent Soul stage.

They too were draped in black robes and knelt facing the black stone altar, but unlike the nine hundred and ninety-nine demons below, they did not kowtow or commit suicide.

They simply faced the altar silently, their hands clasped together in front of them. Only after all the demons below had sacrificed themselves did the four Nascent Soul demons make a move.

Kneeling forward, approaching the black altar, the four demons each stretched out a hand and grabbed one of Yin Zilu's limbs, while their other hand pulled out a similar black dagger, covered with incantations.

"The river of blood is the road, the living are the steps, and the white bones are the tower."

I am willing to offer my body, my soul, and my spirit.

Ancient and powerful demon, we beseech you to awaken from chaos and descend from the eternal night!

The strange and difficult-to-pronounce sacrificial inscriptions were recited by the black-robed demons. As soon as they finished speaking, four cold glints flashed, and a hideous wound instantly appeared on Yin Zilu's wrist and ankle, gushing blood.

Yin Zilu's blood is unique. At first glance, it is bright red, but upon closer inspection, you will find that the red is tinged with wisps of purple and gold, and it even has a kind of iridescent quality.

The moment the blood dripped into the black boulder, the altar, piled with bones, emitted a purplish-black pillar of light. The instant the pillar appeared, the blood-red light and black resentment that had been roaming the entire sacrificial array seemed to find their home, transforming into wisps of blood-red and black energy that converged toward the purplish-black pillar of light, tearing through the leaden-gray sky along with it.

At the same time, the four Nascent Soul demons also plunged their daggers into their chests without hesitation, and blood gushed towards the altar.

The sacrifice of four Nascent Soul cultivators instantly caused the purplish-black pillar of light to expand slightly. The dispelled thick clouds churned violently, and wisps of eerie black light fell through the gaps in the sky, making the leaden-gray sky dark and oppressive.

Alongside the desolate, lifeless city and the parched, cracked earth.

The entire Yunzhou was plunged into darkness, as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had descended. Apart from the altar, the Shenxiao City area, which was almost completely razed to the ground, only had Yin Zilu sleeping on the altar still breathing; everything else was a corpse.

As the pillar of light rose, Yin Zilu's body slowly began to rise into the air, unaware of anything, following the pillar of light towards the sky.

Above the sky, the torn opening revealed a deep, dark blackness devoid of any light. It was a void and abyss that would mercilessly swallow any light that approached, a sight that instilled fear in anyone who looked at it, as if it were an endless despair.

In the midst of this terrifying darkness, a thin, elongated crack suddenly appeared, its curves giving it a strange appearance.

But as the crack slowly opened, the strange thing that was previously unclear suddenly became clear – it was an eye that was opening!
The pupil of this eye is located where the purplish-black beam of light is projected, and the purplish-black beam of light shrinks a little bit every time the eye opens a crack.

Clearly, the opening of this eye was achieved by the power of the purplish-black beam of light.

However, even after the purplish-black light pillar completely disappeared, the eye was not fully open, only opening and closing about a third of the way.

Even a third of it is enough for the owner of this eye to project his or her power.

With one-third of its eye open, the dark pupils shifted slightly, locking onto Yin Zilu, who was hovering above the altar.

Tianluo Youti!

This is a fine vessel, a vessel sufficient to contain His coming!
This unknown, powerful being descended with satisfaction, its single eye, which was one-third open, transformed into a black stream of light that passed through the gradually closing crack in the sky and descended straight towards the body specially prepared for it.

The sky healed quickly, but it still couldn't stop the intrusion of the black light.

The black streak of light moved with incredible speed, so fast it seemed to distort time and space. In the blink of an eye, it fell from the sky onto the altar and eagerly merged into the container prepared on the altar.

The intrusion of the black light caused Yin Zilu, who had been keeping her eyes tightly closed, to suddenly open them. Her eyes instantly turned as black as ink, with not a trace of white showing.

A black vertical line appeared between his smooth eyebrows, its shape twisted, and it was slowly opening to both sides, like an eye opening.

Everything seemed to repeat itself from just moments before, the scene beyond the sky. It was foreseeable that when this eye opened, it would be the moment when this body would be completely under control.

Outside Shenxiao City, in the void, several gazes were discreetly cast toward the towering altar and the figure as small as dust on the ruins.

They simply watched quietly, concealing their presence, and neither side made a move to stop them.

Because the time is not yet right.

The change happened in an instant!

On the altar, the body that was originally lifeless suddenly developed deep purple lines on its snow-white skin the instant the black vertical stripes cracked open. These lines, like wildly growing vines, burst forth from between the eyebrows and meandered throughout the entire body.

As the deep purple patterns appeared, the black vertical stripe suddenly stopped opening its mouth, and the dark black in the eyes receded like a tide, revealing clear black and white eyes again.

With a slight turn of his eyes, he displayed remarkable liveliness.

Under the suppression of the deep purple patterns, Yin Zilu's consciousness actually regained the initiative!