I've become the emperor of humanity, and only now is spiritual energy reviving?

Five minutes later, the sacrificial hall fell silent again.

A total of forty-six headless corpses were scattered haphazardly throughout the hall, and the blood and debris made the entire hall look like a hellish inferno.

An Sheng once again used his true qi to shake out the blood, then twisted his neck.

"Finally, I feel comfortable."

It just doesn't smell very good.

However, these are minor issues and there's no need to worry about them.

While destroying all the spices and plant offerings on the altar, An Sheng opened his personal panel to check the data changes.

【quiet】

[Realm: Awakening (Even before the spiritual energy revival has arrived, you are already powerful enough to dominate within the Awakening stage. Although not far off, you are already ahead of everyone else in Terra.)]

[Physical Strength: 1.4 → 2.5 (Now he can really kill a bear with one punch)]

[Mental Strength: 0.9 → 1.0 (Compared to your physical body, it's utterly shameful)]

[Spiritual Power: 0]

[Legacy: Gate of Babylon]

[Skills: Houtu Nourishing Qi Method, Huangtian Mingshen Method]

Just as he had expected.

The martial artist is indeed at the Awakening stage.

As for his physique and true qi, they suddenly increased so much that An Sheng himself could no longer discern how strong he had become.

This seems to be a problem caused by relatively low mental attributes.

However, let's leave those aside for now.

An Sheng glanced at her two friends who were still unconscious in the outermost "sacrificial pile".

The Eastern Xia government is always very efficient; with so many people missing at once, they should be able to find the bunker within a few hours.

At that time, all I need to do is blend into the crowd and pretend to be stupid.

The key is--

An Sheng turned his gaze and squinted at the top of the altar.

This crystal coffin, and the remains of the [Immortal].

After becoming a martial artist, An Sheng not only did not feel the attraction of the crystal coffin to his demonic nature weaken, but it became stronger and stronger.

It was as if a voice kept shouting in his ear, "Open the coffin and become an immortal."

So here's the question.

Who can guarantee that what's inside is really a [celestial being]?

Based on just two sentences spoken by that dead priest whose head was gone?

An Sheng's intuition told him that the contents of the coffin were likely not something good.

The allure of the "immortal" is indeed very strong.

If you open the coffin and find something related to it, you might be able to rise to the top in one step.

An Sheng felt that she had no reason to be a gambler.

This kind of high-risk, potentially high-return issue should be left to the official authorities and let the smartest and most brilliant minds in the country deal with it.

After making the decision, An Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to lie down on the ground, close her eyes, and start pretending to be a candy seller.

But just then, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound, even fainter than a pebble falling to the ground, reached his ears.

An Sheng's expression changed drastically.

He knew all too well where the only possible source of sound in the hall was at that moment.

—Damn it, the coffin moved!

—Didn't the sacrificial ritual clearly fail?!

An Sheng didn't have time to think. Like a phantom, she rushed to the crystal coffin and stretched out her hands, trying to press down the moving coffin lid.

Even though his reaction was lightning fast.

But the thing inside the coffin seemed to have sensed his movements, and suddenly accelerated the speed at which it opened the coffin lid.

boom!

An Sheng pressed down with all his might, but still couldn't close the lid of the crystal coffin. Instead, a tiny gap, less than half a finger's width, remained.

At this moment, the crystal coffin's demonic attraction to him had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an evil aura, killing intent, and a pressure that made An Sheng's pores tighten and his spine chill as it surged out from the gaps. It was so intense that it made his blood thicken.

"I knew it! How could there be such a good thing in the world!"

An Sheng gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to wrestle with the pitch-black skeleton inside the coffin, trying to close the crystal coffin lid again.

Because through this gap, one could see that the black color of the skeleton inside the coffin was exactly the same as the smoke emitted by the members of the All-Spirit Supreme Society when they used secret techniques.

Rather than calling the corpse in the coffin an "immortal," it would be more accurate to call it a "demon"!

And it doesn't look like it's completely dead yet.

If those cultists from the All Souls Supremacy Society were to revive this thing, then the real catastrophe would be about to arrive, and the entire area around the Aotai Line would be wiped out!

【—Wait a moment, young friend!】

During the struggle, a clear and pleasant voice, neither male nor female, rang in An Sheng's mind, sending chills down his spine and making him shudder.

—Slow down my ass!

An Sheng continued to increase the output of his true qi, even stretching the skin on his arm until it cracked and tiny beads of blood seeped out.

Even though he had used 120% of his strength, he could only pull against the entity inside the coffin and could not completely close the coffin lid.

An Sheng became increasingly alarmed as she thought about it.

It was already this fierce while still in the crystal coffin; what would it be like once it came out of the coffin?

Who can control this thing?

Wouldn't we have to use nuclear weapons to clean up the mess then?

After struggling for several more minutes, it seemed that they discovered An Sheng's amazing stamina. His true qi didn't seem to be depleted at all, and neither of them could do anything to the other.

That clear voice spoke again, its proud tone tinged with a hint of praise.

[The world has not yet begun to recover, and you have already accomplished so much; that is truly remarkable.]

An Sheng remained silent, only exerting his strength.

Now release your grip and open the coffin lid. After I emerge, I can impart to you a method for achieving immortality!

Ha, what's the difference between this kind of pancake and Qin Shi Huang's V50?

Next, the clear voice changed its words and made promises more than a dozen times, trying to get An Sheng to give up.

An Sheng: "I'm not listening, I'm not listening, you're just talking nonsense."

Young friend, I am not the corpse in the coffin, nor do I have any relation to him.

An Sheng sneered and continued to press her advantage: "You devil, you think you can fool me? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

After realizing that she couldn't persuade An Sheng to give up no matter what, the clear voice fell silent.

After a long while, the voice slowly spoke.

[I'm hearing from inside the coffin now that you and those weak, evil cultivators believe that this crystal coffin contains an "immortal"?]

Before An Sheng could answer, the clear voice continued disdainfully.

[These so-called "human immortals" were as common as carp crossing a river in my time. They couldn't even grasp the threshold of immortality, yet they were misinterpreted as "immortals."]

If this mere demonic cultivator were a true "immortal," he wouldn't have been so easily killed by a fragment of mine.

Fragments?

An Sheng continued to exert all her strength, subtly shifting her gaze.

Then, incredibly, right under the eye sockets of that skeletal, pitch-black corpse, they actually saw a thumb-sized, gleaming crimson sword tip.

"Yes." The clear voice noticed the change in An Sheng's gaze and softened its tone, saying, "That fragment of the sword tip underneath is me."

"Another new trick?"

An Sheng was about to retort with a cold laugh to that clear voice when a brand new, fiery red text message suddenly popped up in his mind.

His gaze gradually became subtle.

Then, An Sheng asked,

"Sword tip? Fragment? Whatever you are, you're willing to become my [follower], Emperor Ansheng?"