44: Chapter 44 The Altar of Destiny: Offering Sacrifice to the Sage!

In the firmament, Saint blood sprayed.

Every drop had once been immense life essence.

The Divine Soul was severed, and consciousness faded into silence.

The Ziyang Saint stumbled backward.

His face was full of shock; he could not believe the reality before him.

He had lost.

He had lost inexplicably, suffering a crushing defeat.

His strongest Magic Treasure had been crippled by a strand of Sword Qi.

Then, it was swatted away by the tail of a Dragon and vanished without a trace.

His Saint body had been severed from the connection to the Magic Treasure by a single sword strike.

His Divine Soul throbbed with intense pain, nearly shattering.

Everything had happened too fast, too unreal.

He was stunned for a moment, at a loss for what to do.

What kind of monster was that man holding a baby?

Escape!

This was the only thought in his mind.

In the face of absolute power, dignity and revenge were bullshit.

Surviving was what truly mattered.

He suppressed the intense pain in his Divine Soul, burned his remaining Saint Origin, turned around, and tore open the Void Realm.

Li Xuan, down below, merely watched him.

He regarded him as a dead thing.

He had no intention of pursuing him.

Want to run after being heavily wounded?

There is no such cheap thing in this world.

A living Saint was far more valuable than a Magic Treasure that could not be controlled for the time being.

"Invading my Great Xia, harming my subjects, and you want to leave just like that?"

"Isn't that a bit impolite?"

Li Xuan's voice drifted over, his tone flat, yet it made the Ziyang Saint feel a bone-chilling cold.

He did not say anything more.

With a thought, he directly ordered the System.

"System, activate the Luck Altar!"

[Ding! Luck Altar activated...]

[The stronger the sacrifice, the better the effect of feeding back into the national Luck!]

As the System's voice faded, the heavens and earth of the Imperial Capital of Great Xia changed again.

A breath was born from the nothingness.

It was more ancient than Saintly might.

It was grander than a Magic Treasure.

Hum!

A tremor sounded between heaven and earth, acting directly upon the Soul.

Above the Imperial Capital, it was replaced by a deep and oppressive behemoth.

The bronze altar descended from the Nine Heavens, and just the tip of its iceberg already covered the entire Imperial Capital.

The altar was carved with full runes, profound and ancient, expounding upon life and death.

As the altar appeared, a pressure enveloped the heavens and earth.

This was not a suppression of power.

It was a kind of indifference that regarded all things as straw dogs.

Everyone felt an instinctive fear, a palpitation of the heart.

In front of the Golden Throne Hall, the Human Emperor of Great Xia, Li Ye, had just climbed up, but his legs went weak, and he collapsed again.

This time, it was purely out of fear.

"What... what kind of ghost thing is that?!"

The spies from various factions who were secretly snooping saw this altar through secret techniques, and they could not even hold the Magic Treasure jade talismans in their hands steady.

They felt that the altar was the Heavenly Dao itself.

It seemed to be an Incarnation of the rules specially designed to harvest life.

"Something big is going to happen!"

An old monster's Divine Thought revealed his shock.

The Ziyang Saint, who was burning his Origin to escape, also saw it.

Upon seeing that bronze altar, this Saint who had lived for tens of thousands of years let out a terrified scream.

"No—! What is that!"

He smelled the scent of a natural enemy from the altar.

That thing was born specifically to harvest existences like them.

Fear overwhelmed his reason, and he transformed into a purple light, rushing toward the horizon at an unprecedented speed.

"You want to run now? It's too late."

Li Xuan's expression was calm.

He ordered the coiling Golden Dragon of National Fortune.

"For this Emperor, catch him and bring him back!"

"Roar—!"

The Golden Dragon of National Fortune roared in excitement.

Its one-hundred-thousand-zhang dragon body shook, transforming into countless golden divine chains that instantly pierced through the Void Realm.

The Laws of the entire Great Xia flowed upon the divine chains, ignoring space and appearing directly around the Ziyang Saint.

His retreat was completely sealed off.

"Get lost!"

The Ziyang Saint, like a madman, unleashed his Saint Laws.

But the attacks that could shatter stars in ordinary times only splashed a few sparks when they hit the divine chains.

He could not even make the divine chains shake.

"Clang!"

The sound of chains resonated through heaven and earth.

Countless divine chains came to life, wrapping around his limbs, body, and neck.

He was bound into a golden rice dumpling.

"No! Let me go! You cannot treat me like this!"

The Ziyang Saint struggled desperately, but he could not shake the chains.

Within this nation, Li Xuan was the Mandate of Heaven, and the Luck was the Law.

This scene was clearly presented before countless factions in the Eastern Wasteland through various water mirror secret techniques.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What had they seen?

A living Saint was bound by golden chains; the posture was no different from dragging a stray dog, just like that, he was dragged down from the sky.

This scene was far more shocking to the viewers than the scene of the Magic Treasure being swatted away.

"Crazy! Everyone is fucking crazy! What kind of dragon's den and tiger's lair is this Great Xia Divine Dynasty?"

"That is a Saint! An immortal and indestructible existence! Today... have we poked a Saint's nest? First a Saint, then a Saint, and now this Saint is actually going to be captured alive like livestock?"

An Imperial Lord watched the water mirror, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and felt that his past understanding had been overturned.

"Quick! At all costs, find out the background of Great Xia! And that man holding a baby, who is he?!"

The Eastern Wasteland was in chaos.

Above the Imperial Capital of Great Xia, the shock continued.

The Ziyang Saint was bound by the chains of order, his Saint power completely sealed, and he was dragged bit by bit toward the bronze altar.

Bang!

A loud noise.

He was heavily thrown into the center of the altar.

On the altar, countless ancient runes instantly lit up, transforming into new shackles that nailed him firmly in place.

Spread out in the shape of the character "Big" (big), unable to move.

At this moment, only fear remained in his heart.

He could feel that the Saint Origin within his body, his Divine Soul, and everything about him was being crazily extracted by the altar.

He was about to become a sacrifice.

The ending was already determined.

"No... don't!"

Facing the threat of death, he completely collapsed; where was there any shred of Saint dignity left?

"Senior, spare my life! Spare my life!"

"I was wrong! I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai! As long as Senior lets me go, I am willing to offer up half of the foundation of the Ziyang Holy Land!"

"No! Everything! The entire Ziyang Holy Land is yours!"

Seeing Li Xuan's still indifferent face, he began to threaten him crazily again.

"You dare to kill me?!"

"My Ziyang Holy Land has a Legacy of hundreds of thousands of years, and behind it, there is an even more supreme existence!"

"If you kill me, you will be enemies with the entire Eastern Wasteland; in heaven and on earth, there will be no place for you to hide!"

Li Xuan turned a deaf ear to this.

He drifted down and stood at the edge of the altar.

He looked down at the Saint who was making a fool of himself.

His voice was cold, as if he were pronouncing a sentence.

"From the moment you stepped into the territory of Great Xia, your ending was already determined."

"Noisy."

Li Xuan could not be bothered to listen to any more nonsense and raised his hand.

The Ziyang Saint looked at that raised hand, and his eyes were suddenly filled with fear.

He let out one last scream mixed with regret and fear.

"No—!"

Li Xuan's hand fell gently.

He coldly spat out one word:

"Sacrifice!"

As his voice fell, the entire bronze altar erupted with boundless divine light.

The light instantly engulfed the Ziyang Saint in the center of the altar.