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Chapter 476 God’s Sacrifice Day

"This is not an illusion. An illusion is a delusion created to exploit the desires in everyone's heart, which can make people sink into it and become unable to extricate themselves."

Logically, everyone's illusions should present different scenes.

And what we are seeing now is indeed the same scene; what we are seeing doesn't seem like an illusion.

Master Qingyi began to explain, but judging from his furrowed brows, he also seemed somewhat unable to understand the phenomenon before him.

"Since even Daoist Qingyi doesn't know, why don't we go down and see what's going on?"

If there's anything wrong, whatever it is, just kill these people.

Yin Guanjun uttered murderous words, but his face didn't show much emotion.

It seems that in his eyes, these people's lives were not worth mentioning at all.

He has always only believed in his own fists, and his reputation today is the result of his hard work and dedication.

If these people are just ordinary people, that's fine. But if they are demons or monsters who dare to block him from obtaining the Martial King realm inheritance, he wouldn't mind making them completely merge with this space.

It became a stepping stone for him on his path to becoming a Martial King.

The others seemed fine upon hearing his words, as it appeared that what Yin Guanjun said was exactly what they were thinking.

Meeting people here is hardly a good thing; you can't be too careful.

Even the seemingly amiable Taoist priest Qingyi did not refute his words, though he probably had the same plan in mind.

Only Tan Yifeng, an ordinary person who hadn't even left school, instinctively felt afraid of Yin Yingxiong.

Human instinct made him want to stay away from Yin Guanjun.

However, he did not refute Yin Guanjun's hostile words, but simply moved away from him.

He had absolutely no liking for the Iron Fist Society.

Previously, their people had captured him and interrogated him about the whereabouts of the items.

He was completely unaware of anything at the time and knew nothing about their questions.

So these people attacked him directly, and he still has bruises all over his body.

I've never been this miserable in my entire life.

If the Dragon Group hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have been beaten to death, or at least suffered a lot of torture.

If he hadn't still been unable to find out where the item was, he certainly wouldn't be alive today.

When Yin Guanjun approached Master Qingyi for a collaboration, he was displeased but did not object.

After all, he had no standing and knew that his voice carried little weight; speaking out would only put Master Qingyi in a difficult position.

Thinking about this, and seeing my own instinctive footsteps moving, a sense of powerlessness instantly welled up in my heart.

It seems he can do nothing but flee and seek refuge.

Being with these martial artists, he felt like a sheep among wolves, completely insecure and powerless to resist.

One bite could easily kill him.

This feeling of weakness truly disgusted him.

As they walked forward, the people who were busy in the fields noticed their arrival.

Seeing so many of them appear, these people showed no panic on their faces, but instead looked at these outsiders with curiosity.

Everyone was scrutinized, as if trying to recognize them all.

The farmers stopped what they were doing, the children who were playing stopped chasing each other, and the elderly and women nearby stopped chatting and all looked at them.

Aside from curiosity, there was no sign of panic in his eyes.

Something's not right here.

If these people had truly lived here for many years, they would never have been so calm in the face of these suddenly appearing outsiders.

As they quickened their pace, they soon arrived in front of each other.

Who are you? And where is this place?

Yin Guanjun went directly to an old farmer and asked in a dignified tone.

Seeing the old farmer in front of me wearing a gray linen coat, his dark skin was covered in sweat from working.

"Guests from out of town, we are villagers who have lived in Jiuhua Mountain for generations. This is Jiuhua Mountain."

The old farmer was completely unprepared for Yin Yingxiong's questioning, and his smile was very simple and honest, showing no sign of anything amiss.

"Is this Jiuhua Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Guanjun's gaze fell upon the distant mountain peaks, but they were obscured by thick fog, making it difficult to discern them for the time being.

“There is indeed a Jiuhua Mountain here. Although it is shrouded in mist, I have lived in Jiuhua Mountain for so many years and I can still tell it apart.”

At this moment, Master Qingyi spoke, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the thick fog and see the true nature of the mountain.

This confirmed the old farmer's statement.

Hearing Master Qingyi's words only deepened Yin Yingxiong's confusion.

Weren't they supposed to have fallen from the Jiuhua Mountain? How come there's another Jiuhua Mountain here?

"You've always lived here? Do you know what's special about this place?"

Yin Guanjun's biggest concern right now is the land of inheritance, regardless of whether these people have any ulterior motives; this is what matters most to him.

"A special place."

The old farmer muttered to himself, a puzzled expression on his face.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he exclaimed in realization:

"You must be asking about our sacred day. Your timing is perfect, as tonight is our sacred day, which is our most special holiday."

The old farmer spoke with a devout expression, as if this sacred day was of great importance to him.

"What is the God's Festival? Where is it held?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Yingxiong became somewhat interested, thinking it might be related to the inheritance of tradition.

They won't give up even if there's just a small clue.

"The day of the Gods' sacrifice is, of course, the day when we offer sacrifices to the gods and the gods bestow blessings."

As long as we offer sacrifices, the gods will bless us with peace and prosperity, and ensure our longevity.

As the old farmer spoke, he bowed three times in the direction of Jiuhua Mountain, his face full of piety.

"The place for worship is, of course, on Mount Jiuhua."

This secret realm is quite peculiar. Although there is no sun in the sky, it has normal sunlight. As time goes by, the light gradually dims, just like a sunset.

At this moment, the group was gathered in a courtyard, and no one ate the rice and bread that the host had brought over.

The people and things here are all strange, so naturally, you won't eat the food.

At this moment, Yin Guanjun and Daoist Kong Qi returned from outside.

"Well? You've waited so long and you're back. I suppose you still can't get into Jiuhua Mountain."

Jin Zhenxi sat on the stone bench and, upon seeing the two return, directly stated his judgment.

I learned from the old farmer that the altar was located behind Jiuhua Mountain.

They headed towards Jiuhua Mountain without stopping, but the fog on Jiuhua Mountain was so thick that they got lost as soon as they entered.

If they hadn't reacted quickly and retreated in time, they would probably have disappeared into the vast mountains by now.

Yin Guanjun and his group had considered forcing their way through with their superior strength, but they hadn't gone far when they started to feel short of breath, as if their oxygen was being sucked away, preventing them from getting any closer.

In the end, they had to return first, thinking they would go up the mountain with the villagers that night.

Yin Guanjun and Daoist Kongqi were still unwilling to give up, and waited for a long time before returning to join them.