397: Chapter 394 Demon Clan's Altar of Ten Thousand Demons

At this thought, Qin Changsheng's resolve grew even firmer.

This assassination was no longer just a game to obtain a heavenly dao fragment, but a necessary action to eradicate a scourge for the Human Race and protect their territory.

The Third Elder of the Demon Clan had hands stained with the blood of the Human Race; he was an accomplice to tyranny and deserved to die.

Chen Erniu suppressed the sorrow in his heart and said to Hu Nan in a low voice, "Let us continue deeper, find a place to stay, and wait for the sacrificial ceremony to begin."

Qin Changsheng nodded slightly, suppressing the chill and killing intent in his heart, and followed Chen Erniu without changing his expression.

In order to lie low securely and wait for the sacrificial ceremony a few days later, finding a hidden place to stay was of the utmost importance.

A moment later, Chen Erniu led Hu Nan to an inn.

As soon as the two stepped into the shop, a waiter of the Yao Race immediately greeted them warmly.

This little Yao had a pointed mouth and a narrow face, with eyes full of shrewdness and a fawning smile on his face. He bowed skillfully and greeted them, his tone exceptionally eager: "Two Lords have come from afar; the journey must have been tiring! Our shop has all kinds of delicacies and game, which are the most tender and nourishing. Would you like to try our shop's specialty, human meat? The meat is pure and rich in Spiritual Qi; it is the most sought-after delicacy in the city!"

The waiter's tone was calm, as if the human meat he spoke of was merely ordinary birds, beasts, or delicacies, without the slightest discomfort—he was accustomed to it to the extreme.

Inside the inn, many Yao Race diners were drinking and chatting happily. The meat on their tables faintly carried the scent of blood, and they were relaxed and carefree, viewing the consumption of the Human Race as a normal part of cultivation and enjoyment.

Chen Erniu's expression did not change; he simply waved his hand to refuse: "No need, I am not hungry for now."

After speaking, he reached out and took out a few crystalline Spirit Stones, quietly slipping them into the waiter's hand. His tone was calm: "Open two premium guest rooms for us; just make sure it's quiet."

The Yao Race waiter's eyes lit up instantly, the smile on his face grew even more intense, and his attitude became even more respectful. He hurriedly bowed and nodded: "Thank you for your reward, Lords! I will take you two upstairs right away!"

Clutching the Spirit Stones, the waiter did not dare to be the least bit negligent. He hurriedly led the way, quickly taking Chen Erniu and Hu Nan through the lobby, avoiding the noisy diners, walking up the wooden stairs to the second floor, and finally stopping in front of two adjacent, elegant guest rooms.

Pushing open the door, the guest room was clean and elegant, with abundant Spiritual Qi, shutting out most of the noise from downstairs.

After the waiter bowed and retreated, the door closed gently, cutting off outside eyes and ears, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

After confirming that there was no one around and it was completely safe, Chen Erniu let out a heavy sigh: "You heard it just now; most of the meat sold in the inns and restaurants of this Yao City is not Yao Beast meat, but human meat."

"Any human Mortal or stranded Cultivator captured by the Yao Race, aside from those sold as slaves or chosen as sacrificial offerings, are all slaughtered and processed as food for the Yao Race in the city. This has long been an unwritten rule of Yaoling City."

These simple words were devastating.

Inside the Heavenly Sword Sect, Qin Changsheng sat upright. Hearing this, and thinking back to the waiter's matter-of-fact demeanor and the scene of the Yao Race chatting and eating meat in the lobby, his expression instantly turned extremely grim.

A bone-chilling cold spread through his mind and body, and monstrous anger and killing intent surged quietly.

In the eyes of the Yao Race, the Human Race was no longer fellow living beings, nor fellow practitioners, but merely ingredients and flesh to be bought, sold, slaughtered, and cooked.

The prosperity of the entire Yao City was actually built upon the bones, blood, and tears of the Human Race.

Chen Erniu waved his hand, his spiritual power moving slightly, closing all the windows tightly. He then set up a simple soundproof Restriction, completely preventing outside peeking and eavesdropping, turning this guest room into an absolutely secret place for plotting.

After doing all this, his suspended heart settled slightly. He reached into his Storage Pouch, took out a neatly folded animal skin map, and spread it steadily on the wooden table in the room.

The map had clear lines and detailed annotations, encompassing the core area of Yaoling City, the location of the sacrificial altar, and various defensive strongholds. It was clearly something he had spent years of effort to investigate and trace.

Chen Erniu said: "The Yao Race's sacrificial ceremony will be held on time in five days."

Without the slightest hesitation, he clearly and logically detailed all the key Intelligence, telling everything to Hu Nan beside him.

The true location of this sacrifice was the Ten Thousand Yao Altar at the very center of Yaoling City. It was the sacred place where the Yao Race's Legacy had been passed down for ten thousand years, and it was also the core venue for this grand ceremony.

At noon five days later, the sacrifice would officially begin. By then, all the high-level officials of the Yao Race in the city would be present to participate in the ceremony of worshipping the Empress and stabilizing the Luck of the Yao Race.

"After the sacrifice begins, there will be three layers of defense inside and outside Yaoling City. The outer perimeter will be blockaded by ordinary Yao soldiers, strictly controlling all incoming and outgoing personnel; the middle layer will be patrolled by teams led by various Yao Race generals, providing mobile support to all defensive lines; and around the core altar, elite Yao Race guards will be stationed, specifically protecting the safety of the high-level officials. The defense can be described as impregnable."

Subsequently, his fingertips moved slowly across the map, marking out the positions of the high-level Yao Race officials one by one: "The Yao Race leader, the Grand Elder, all the Yao Race Elders, and various Yao generals will all be divided on the north and south sides of the altar, standing according to their rank, with strict order!"

"And the Third Elder of the Demon Clan will stand alone at the very center of the altar, presiding over the entire sacrificial ceremony."

Chen Erniu pointed steadily to the eastern side of the map: "On the day of the sacrifice, the attention of the entire Yao Race will be focused on the ritual at the altar. The defense may seem tight, but in reality, there are gaps to exploit."

"At that time, I will sneak to the eastern defensive line and detonate the bombs I have prepared in advance, creating large-scale chaos in the east, attracting the attention of all patrol forces and outer guards, and drawing away most of the Yao Race's combat power."

"And you can take advantage of the chaos, the empty defenses, and the fact that everyone's attention is fully occupied to quietly approach the altar, find the right moment, strike instantly, and seize the opportunity to kill the Third Elder of the Demon Clan!"

This plan was thorough and detailed, with a clear division of labor. It accurately grasped the loopholes of the sacrificial ceremony, using chaos to divert the guards and creating a fleeting opportunity for assassination.

Hu Nan listened quietly to the entire deployment, his expression calm. After thinking carefully for a moment and confirming that the plan was sound and feasible with no obvious flaws, he nodded slightly.

Seeing Hu Nan nod in agreement, Chen Erniu continued: "After the assassination is successful, we will each flee for our lives!"

Hu Nan nodded slightly, clearly approving of Chen Erniu's proposal.

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In the blink of an eye, five days had passed.

The Yao Race's sacrificial ceremony was held officially as scheduled.

The entire Yao City was under martial law. Demonic Qi rose and surged, covering the sky. Countless Yao Race creatures gathered towards the center of the city, rushing to the Ten Thousand Yao Altar, which had been passed down for ten thousand years.

Chen Erniu and Hu Nan, taking advantage of the crowd for the ceremony, quietly blended into the stream of people. Concealing their figures along the way, they successfully stepped into the Yao Race's core, the Ten Thousand Yao Altar.

This Ten Thousand Yao Altar was the Foundation of the Yao Race. Having gone through ten thousand years of sedimentation, it was magnificent and majestic to the extreme.

The altar covered an endless area, with no end in sight. It was built entirely of pitch-black Yao jade. The surface was carved with dense ancient Yao scripts, and the lines flowed with faint, dark light, carrying the Luck of the entire Yao Race.

Layers of stairs stretched upward, leading directly to the supreme altar at the very top. It was magnificent and grand, majestic and sacred, exuding a mighty Aura that seemed to suppress eternity.

Around the altar, the defense was strict to the extreme. Countless Yao Race experts stood quietly on all four sides. Each had a powerful presence and monstrous Evil Qi. The weakest were at the Foundation Establishment level. Countless Yao generals sat in command in all directions, their gazes sweeping across the field coldly; any movement could not escape their investigation.

The layers of defensive lines were airtight, protecting the entire altar like an impregnable fortress; even a flying insect could not easily intrude.

On the square below the altar, the scene was even more tragic and bone-chilling.

Tens of thousands of human Mortals and over a hundred human Cultivators were all bound by thick Yao chains, firmly fixed around the base of the altar.

They were in rags, covered in scars, their faces pale and desperate. Shivering and unable to struggle, they could only wait quietly for the coming sacrifice, becoming victims to nourish the Luck of the Yao Race.

Countless low sobs and desperate gasps intertwined, making the entire ceremony appear even more cruel and cold.

On the supreme platform at the very top of the altar, the view was wide and the status was prestigious. Rows of luxurious jade seats were arranged neatly, and all the high-level officials of the Yao Race were seated here.

Various Yao Race Elders, top Yao generals, and tribal chiefs sat down in order. Their presence was vast, and waves of Pressure radiated out. Each one was a Yao Race titan who shook their respective regions.

Everyone looked solemn, waiting for the sacrifice to begin. Their Auras were steady, controlling the life-and-death situation of the entire ceremony.

At the head of the very center of the platform, two figures were particularly striking.

Shen Guhong wore a black robe. As the hegemon of the Yao Race, he carried supreme majesty.

At this moment, he did not have the slightest cold or murderous look. Instead, he turned to whisper and chat with a white-robed Elder beside him. His expression was relaxed, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and they seemed extremely familiar and harmonious. The two whispered and laughed from time to time, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

The white-robed Elder had white hair and a white beard, and his clothes were spotless. His Demonic Qi was restrained without a trace. He looked ordinary, but faintly exuded an unfathomable and profound Foundation, and every gesture carried the demeanor of a top titan.

Chen Erniu pointed at the white-robed Elder and said: "That person is the Great Elder of the Demon Clan."

Far away in the Heavenly Sword Sect, the moment Qin Changsheng heard these four words, his mind was shaken, and a thick sense of shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He was very clear about the situation within the Yao Race.

Over the years, the Great Elder of the Demon Clan and Shen Guhong had been the two top titans of the Yao Race. With their power balanced and their philosophies at odds, they had fought openly and secretly for countless years. They were like fire and water, mutually restraining each other, and were known throughout the entire Yao Race as Mortal enemies.

But now, the two were sitting side by side, chatting and laughing, the atmosphere harmonious. There was not the slightest sign of opposition or hostility, as if the past struggles and games had all dissipated, and they were intimate and inseparable.