658: Return to the altar!

You Minghan watched this scene, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

He had seen this Little Beast many times; every day it was either mining or on its way to mine, truly a model worker among model workers.

You Minghan had previously thought it was a Spirit Beast under Lu Hao, specially trained for mining. He never expected that this creature was the Nether Beast they had been searching for daily.

It was truly far away yet right before their eyes.

However, for a dignified Nether Beast to be reduced to mining here, if this news were to spread, all the powerhouses in the Netherworld would probably question their lives.

"You can't judge a beast by its appearance."

Lu Hao picked the Little Beast up from his hand, holding it by the scruff of its neck and shaking it, saying with a chuckle:

"You're quite clever, finding me to be your Revered Master. Oh, right, I heard you say that opening the altar requires Nether Beast blood, didn't you? How much do you need? If it's too much, that won't do; I'm quite fond of this little fellow."

Lu Hao said indifferently.

Although he was quite curious about that beast god, Lu Hao felt that the people around him were more important.

You Mingcheng cleared his throat:

"That Senior... not too much is needed, just a few drops of essence blood will suffice."

"Only a few drops of blood? That's easy."

He pulled out a silver needle from his storage ring, a faint smile on his face, and brought the Little Beast before him.

Seeing Lu Hao's smile, the Little Beast immediately shook its head frantically, its four paws flailing in the air.

It understood human nature and naturally knew the conversation between the few people.

But in Lu Hao's hands, these struggles were completely futile.

It looked at Demonic Thought for help, who was whistling and looking at the ceiling.

It then looked at You Minghan, and this new disciple immediately respectfully handed over a small jade bottle, just waiting to collect the blood.

"Awoo!!!"

With a short, shrill scream, Lu Hao was quick-eyed and quick-handed, plunging a needle into the Little Beast's hind leg.

A few drops of faint, eerie blue blood dripped down, precisely falling into the jade bottle.

As soon as the blood left its body, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a chilling, ancient aura permeated the air. Those few drops of blood seemed to be alive, slowly wriggling at the bottom of the bottle, condensing into tiny vortices.

"As expected of Nether Beast blood! Just a few drops possess such power!"

You Mingcheng's hands trembled with excitement as he carefully sealed the bottle.

The Little Beast was now limp in Lu Hao's palm, looking utterly despondent, holding up its short, pricked leg, and occasionally whimpering.

Lu Hao was also helpless... this creature had clearly gone bad recently after following Demonic Thought; it could even feign pitifulness now.

Never mind, Lu Hao casually tossed it a top-grade Spirit Fruit.

"Awoo awoo!!"

The Little Beast, which had been on the verge of dying a second ago, immediately hugged the Spirit Fruit, which was larger than its head, gnawing at it with juice splashing everywhere, its eyes squinted into slits, without a trace of its previous grievance.

"This glutton..."

Lu Hao shook his head, stuffing it back into his embrace:

"Alright, we have the item, time to get down to business."

"Revered Master, there are still seven old fellows guarding below. How do we get in?"

You Minghan asked.

Although those seven couldn't break the Formation, they were like seven nails stuck at the entrance.

If they forced their way in, it would definitely cause a commotion, attracting more powerhouses and even alarming the Heavenly Demon Sect Sect Master, which would be troublesome.

"How to get in?"

Lu Hao straightened his sleeves, a playful smile on his lips:

"Of course, we'll just walk in."

Deep within Chaotic Soul Mountain, on the periphery of the Formation.

Duanmu Qin sat cross-legged, his eyes bloodshot. He had been staring at this Formation for two whole hours, tearing at his hair several times, yet still had no clue.

"This Formation... is too bizarre."

Duanmu Qin muttered to himself:

"It appears incomplete, yet it's intricately linked, as if it's alive and evolving on its own. The 'Life Gate' I just deduced turned into a 'Death Gate' in the blink of an eye."

"But I have finally found a pattern; in another hour, I will definitely be able to break it!"

Duanmu Qin encouraged himself.

The other six felt somewhat powerless due to their insufficient cultivation.

"Elder Duanmu, why don't we wait for the Sect Master to send someone? Calculating the time, they should be almost here if they took the teleportation array."

One person sighed.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept past.

Duanmu Qin suddenly looked up, suspiciously glancing around.

"What's wrong?" someone asked.

"Nothing... I just felt like something passed by."

Duanmu Qin rubbed his temples:

"Maybe I'm too tired and hallucinating."

And in their blind spot, at what appeared to be the most dangerous energy turbulence within the Formation.

Lu Hao's body emitted a faint Grandmist glow, completely enveloping You Minghan and You Mingcheng.

The violent energy, powerful enough to tear apart Earth Immortal powerhouses, actually separated automatically like docile kittens upon touching this layer of light, yielding a path.

The Hongmeng Array Spirit Body disregards all Formations.

In this Formation, Lu Hao was like he had returned to his own backyard, free to go wherever he pleased.

He led everyone, concealing their figures, and walked in from the other end of the Formation, completely unnoticed by Duanmu Qin.

You Minghan looked at Duanmu Qin, who was still painstakingly deducing, and a faint sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

The Formation that these so-called top powerhouses painstakingly tried to break was like flat ground under Revered Master's feet.

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, it would truly be hard to believe.

After passing through the Formation, the group headed straight for the altar.

Soon, they arrived before the altar.

Before them, an ancient, magnificent altar stood silently.

The altar was a hundred zhang tall, constructed entirely from unknown black giant stones, covered with dense runes and nine bas-reliefs depicting the nine great Nether Beasts.

A desolate, ancient aura, as if spanning the river of time, rushed towards them.

At the top of the altar, a hazy ball of light floated, its contents unclear, but just a glance made one's Divine Soul tremble.

"This is... the Nether God Altar."

You Mingcheng murmured, his eyes filled with awe and longing.

Lu Hao, however, frowned slightly.

He felt a familiar aura on this altar.

It wasn't the aura of the Netherworld, but... before he could think further, the Little Beast in his arms suddenly struggled violently, poking its head out and howling at the altar, its voice filled with an inexplicable excitement, as if... it had returned home?

"Interesting." Lu Hao patted the Little Beast's head to quiet it down, then turned to You Mingcheng and said:

"Bring out the blood."

You Mingcheng took a deep breath, took out the jade bottle, and walked to a groove at the base of the altar.

The groove was shaped exactly like a beast's claw.

He tilted the jade bottle, and the eerie blue Nether Beast blood slowly dripped out.