Chapter 485: Chapter 491: Who Can Stand This?! (Second update)

A Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar appeared in the abyss of Mobei, and Death Zy emerged from the abyss, disappearing between heaven and the earth.

The tens of thousands of practitioners who entered the abyss of Mobei all disappeared without a trace, and not a single person came out from it.

The entire Northern Island was completely stirred up by this news, and people were panicked and clueless.

Countless people began flocking to the abyss of Mobei, but they couldn’t get anywhere near the perimeters of the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar.

Endless ambience of heaven and earth shrouded above the vault of heaven, from within the black clouds, a killing and chilling aura seeped out.

Between the black clouds, it was as if blood was flowing. If you got closer, you could even hear the roaring and washing sound of giant waves.

Thunder rumbled straight down, every practitioner intending to approach the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, whether they were in the Tribulation Crossing Period or Mahayana Phase, were all struck into ashes by lightning.

After half a month had passed, only one Mahayana Phase powerhouse managed to enter the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar. When he emerged, he was covered in blood, looking parched and frail, barely clinging to life.

This Mahayana Phase powerhouse was immediately resuscitated by practically all the practitioners of the Northern Island using all sorts of methods.

While everyone waited with bated breath, this Mahayana Phase powerhouse, named Ke Zonglin, described the situation within the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar.

Countless people were sealed within and couldn’t get out. But for the time being they were all safe, and there were many opportunities within, with everyone cultivating diligently.

However…

At this word, the entire Northern Island’s practitioners shuddered.

Those trapped inside the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, even Mahayana Phase powerhouses like Elder Qian and Lu Qiju, could not step out of the altar.

Once they stepped out of the hundred feet radius of the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, they would face the killing breath of heaven and earth. Without extremely special means, they couldn’t get out at all.

Everyone was uncertain and inquired all around for information. Before long, another message arrived.

The voyage to Mobei Abyss didn’t mean that absolutely no one could escape.

An entity from the Scale Clan, sealed within the Sealed Land, had escaped when the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar erupted.

And from the Scale Clan’s account, it was learnt that Yang Zhen, along with Saintess Hua and Daoist Han Yan’er, and even the naughty cat and cheeky chicken, had all left the Sealed Land, even leaving the Mobei Abyss.

No one knew where they’d gone, it was as if they’d vanished into thin air.

Everyone was inquiring about the whereabouts of Yang Zhen, practically upending the entire Northern Island, but still, Yang Zhen’s shadow could not be found.

Not only that, but in their search, people even received one surprising piece of news.

Inside the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, Elder Qian and Lu Qiju were fighting for an unknown reason. Lu Qiju was acting like a madman, roaring like a wild beast. He was killed by Elder Qian with the Soul-slashing Blade, but his body suddenly burst apart, turning into a massive bloody wave, rushing into the center of the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar.

The next moment, something happened that made all the people on Northern Island despair.

From within the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, outside the hundred feet radius from the altar, innumerable pitch-black creatures started to emerge. These creatures were incredibly powerful and of violent nature. Their eyes were devoid of any emotions and whenever they saw any living creature, they would rush to kill them, as if their sole purpose was destruction.

Outside the hundred feet radius of the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, countless black creatures, which looked like reapers, saw Elder Qian and others near the altar and started charging frenziedly.

In a mere half day, the mountain of their corpses had piled up beside the altar.

However, this was nothing compared to what was to come. Even more black creatures surged out, blocking out the sun. Their furious roars were loud enough to reach the ears of those outside the Mobei Abyss.

There were even rumors that a creature from the Black Death Clan who had reached the Divine Transformation Stage had appeared within the Sealed Land. This creature was covered in blood, had an expressionless face, and sat within the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, silently watching the shackles of the altar between heaven and earth.

Once this constraint was broken, those terrifying monsters covering the sky would be able to reach Northern Island, and even the whole universe.

If such a thing really happened, rivers of blood would inevitably flow across the universe.

What’s more, no one could have imagined that among these monsters, there would be creatures directly at the Divine Transformation Stage.

On the human side?

After a substantial effort, a Divine Transformation Stage warrior from the Black Death Clan was produced, but Yang Zhen killed him. He even fed the soul of the Black Death Clan’s warrior to the Great Missing Sword in the end.

Where on earth had that bastard Yang Zhen gone to?

Everyone was frantically searching for Yang Zhen. They wanted to know what had happened in the Sealed Land, and why the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar, a ghostly thing, had appeared. They wondered why Elder Qian and the others were trapped inside.

The Divine Transformation Stage monster was watching the prohibition quietly at the moment. Once the prohibition was broken, or the monster lost interest in it, Elder Qian and tens of thousands of practitioners would be doomed to die.

This kind of Divine Transformation Stage monster was not like the idiot from the Black Death Clan. The Black Death Clan’s warrior could only put out a bit of the power of the Divine Transformation Stage. This monster before them appeared to be at the real Divine Transformation Stage. It could probably shatter a mountain with one punch.

Countless people appeared, all gathering together. A short-term alliance was even formed to collectively resist the Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar of Mobei Abyss.

All the Great Sects and various kinds of ancient tribes and secret clans sent people forth. They even took turns watching the monster of the Divine Transformation Stage. If it so much as stirred, all would be lost.

Somewhere on Northern Island, Yang Zhen was barbecuing steaks with Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er. A piercing cry sounded through the air, and Mobei dropped down in front of Yang Zhen. After sniffing, he chuckled, “Damn, it smells good. Kid, your cooking skill has improved in this period of time.”

Yang Zhen slapped him and asked, “How is the situation at the altar?”

Mobei shook his head and said, “They can’t get in or out from the top or bottom. Old Man Qian and the others are still inside, but they should be safe for the time being.”

Yang Zhen nodded and said, “I don’t know who the madman was who blood-refined such a large piece of land. Have you ever seen these monsters before?”

Mobei rolled his eyes and said, “So fresh, there are many things in this world that I haven’t seen.”

As he said this, Mobei’s face darkened suddenly, “Kid, don’t blame me for not warning you. That leader of the monsters is not simple. He is a really dreadful being at the Divine Transformation Stage. He could throw you thousands of miles away with a single roar.”

Yang Zhen chuckled, he was least afraid of these so-called powerful beings. When facing death, Yang Zhen had countless ways to escape.

At the next moment, Mobei said something that even made Yang Zhen want to run away.

“The Desolate Heavenly Sacrificial Altar has been activated, one day it will break down. When that happens, if we haven’t left yet, we will probably be trapped.”

“Once that Divine Transformation Stage creature comes out, all of Northern Island will face a catastrophic disaster!”

“Could this be the catastrophe that the Elder of the Ancient Spirit Race prophesied could endanger the whole of Northern Island?” Yang Zhen curiously asked.

Mobei shook his head and said, “I’m not sure, but… there’s another piece of news you may be interested in.”

When Yang Zhen saw the expression on Mobei’s face, he paused for a moment and then asked with a weird expression, “What news?”

“A Sacred Domain has emerged, it may lead the entire Northern Island.” Mobei answered, his face unusually serious for once.

Yang Zhen scoffed, “What is this Sacred Domain?”

“In this Sacred Domain, there are reportedly seven or eight Divine Transformation Stage elders!”

“What?” Yang Zhen was taken aback and then muttered to himself, “Well, this is interesting, with seven or eight Divine Transformation Stage elders… who could withstand that?”