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"...A place of divine sacrifice?"

Jian Changsheng's eyes were filled with confusion, "Wait... the ancient collection of witchcraft is missing?"

"That's right." The master said slowly, "Do you know which disaster was the first to cross the gray world and reach the human world during the Great Cataclysm?"

Jian Changsheng shook his head repeatedly.

The master raised his hand and pointed at his feet, "The first disaster to cross the Gray Realm is the King of the Forbidden Sea, also known as the Taboo Disaster."

Jian Changsheng's mouth opened unconsciously, "Avoid disasters? Doesn't that mean... it has lived from the Great Cataclysm to the present, and has lived for at least three hundred years?"

"Three hundred years is not a long time for a world-destroying disaster. Let's not talk about other world-destroying disasters. Ji Zai alone has lived for at least three thousand years..." The master's eyes narrowed slightly, "Ji Zai is the natural enemy of Wu Shen Dao and Bu Shen Dao.

No one knew why the first time the two worlds met, such a world-destroying disaster came. No one knew why it came... In short, from the moment it descended into this world, it headed straight for the ancient treasure of Wudao...

The emergence of the Ji disaster was a nightmare for human society, which had just experienced a world war;

Since the disaster was observed, humans used all the hot weapons available at that time and besieged it for two days and two nights, but they were unable to stop it... and even failed to make it bleed.

At that time, humans had just ended the war and had never thought that there was such a terrifying monster in the world. The disaster overturned everyone's cognition, and some people even began to call it the messenger of destruction, a catastrophe sent by God after seeing the endless killing of humans.

In short, the world at that time was shaken by the disaster. It crossed an ocean under the watchful eyes of everyone, exterminated the western countries on the way, and finally arrived at the ancient Tibetan of Wudao.

Ji Zai's ability is extremely special. It can even actively absorb all the spells and formations of Wushendao. Wherever it passes, all the rituals of communicating with gods will fail. Even the ancient Wudao treasure that carries Wushendao cannot stop it... After it climbed up to the ancient Wudao treasure, it bit off a corner of it and swallowed it into its stomach.

After doing all this, its movements gradually slowed down, and it was not until two of the Nine Lords appeared and fought a bloody battle with it that they drove it back to the Gray Realm."

After Jian Changsheng heard this, his face was full of shock and confusion. He recalled Ji Zai's reaction when they entered the Forbidden Sea just now, and couldn't help asking:

"Jizai is such a coward and doesn't like fighting, why would he travel all the way across the Gray Realm to gnaw on the ancient treasures of Wudao?"

"The problem lies right under our feet."

The master glanced at Xi Zhou and spoke slowly, "Perhaps this place of divine sacrifice is attracting it... or it feels threatened in some way, so it wants to swallow it up and take it for itself, even if it has to cross the gray world and the ocean."

Jian Changsheng looked at the dilapidated land and broken walls around him, turned around twice, but didn't find anything special.

"So what is this place of divine sacrifice used for?"

“The so-called Shinto Ancient Collection is the embodiment of all the history corresponding to a Shinto route… You can think of it as a special museum that stores all the Shinto heritage since the birth of civilization.

For example, the Xidao Ancient Collection will keep archives of all ‘performances’, as well as all ‘faces’, stages, etc… These histories will be divided into categories and stored independently.

The place of divine sacrifice corresponds to the oldest "sacrifice" in Wushendao."

"'Sacrifice'..." Jian Changsheng seemed to be thinking about something.

After pondering for a moment, the master headed straight for the altar in the center.

Although Jian Changsheng didn't quite understand, he still followed behind obediently. At the same time, "Chen Ling", who was swallowed first, also stood up shakily from the ruins.

Even though he had been rolling in Ji Zai's belly for so long, the white paper shackles on his hands were still not damaged at all. He supported his forehead with one hand and held a red paper umbrella with the other. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings with a gleam of light in his eyes.

After a moment, he took a step forward, slowly stepped over the many broken wall fragments, and followed in his master's footsteps.

After entering here, "Chen Ling"'s behavior became obviously much more cautious.

This was not because he felt threatened here, on the contrary, he did not notice anything unusual here...

But "Chen Ling" is not stupid. Since his master is determined to bring him here and promised to give him freedom after he comes, it stands to reason that the other party probably has some kind of arrangement here and is confident that he can kill him here, or control him after removing the shackles.

"Chen Ling" didn't believe that this old man who pretended to be young would honestly let him go... and the reason why he dared to come here even though he knew there was something wrong was, on the one hand, he really couldn't unlock the white paper shackles, and on the other hand, it was because of his strong confidence in himself.

If only the white paper shackles were removed and his full strength restored, he would be invincible in this world.

Three figures, each with their own thoughts, slowly climbed up the stairs of the altar. More than a dozen fireballs cast their shadows on the stairs, swaying unsteadily... Dense spells lit up on the inner wall of Ji Zai's stomach above, like stars flickering silently in the sky.

The first person to ascend the altar was the Master;

Secondly, it was Jian Changsheng who was following closely behind him...

Jian Changsheng couldn't help but frowning when he saw the ancient altar in front of him, which looked like it had no aesthetic appeal. There were pillars made of stones and some rotten ropes everywhere, with nothing in the middle... If there was anything special about this place, it would be the various twisted symbols engraved on the ground, which looked like some extremely ancient text, but no one knew what they were drawn with.

"I have fulfilled your conditions."

Holding a red paper umbrella, "Chen Ling" followed his master's footsteps and stepped onto the altar. He frowned and looked around carefully, then said with a serious face, "We agreed that you should let me go."

The master turned around and looked at him, his eyes gradually becoming complicated. He flicked his sleeves lightly, and a CD instantly unfolded, passing silently across "Chen Ling's" face like the wind!

Chen Ling, who had been on guard against sneak attacks, suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly retreated backwards and roared:

"You go back on your word! You will be retaliated by Shinto!"

"The backlash of Shinto?" The master smiled faintly, "Then come on... After all, it's not the first time."

"Chen Ling" was wearing white paper shackles and was unable to use his own strength. He could only watch himself being swallowed up by the world of the disc. At the same time, the master's voice like thunder exploded in his ears!

"Chen Ling, what are you waiting for?"