Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1729 - 466: Backlash, Wisdom Light (5k)_2

Dean Hua and his group continued their attempts, seeking a solution.But suddenly, the Strange manifested, countless arms of various beings began transforming into human arms, the fists clenched tight, ceasing their wild sway.

When those palms opened, an eye belonging to a different creature appeared in each palm.

A multitude of eyes, making one's scalp tingle, gathered together and surveyed the surroundings.

Mists surged forward, rushing outward, Dean Hua looked grim but remained unmoving at the altar, the young practitioner of evil cultivation also stood on the altar, his face tense.

As the mist circled the sacrificial space, the remaining five were tainted by the weapons, bodies rigid, with nowhere to run, no ability to escape.

Dean Hua and the young evil practitioner exchanged glances, reciting spells in unison, signaling that the five had been sacrificed.

Instantly, with the eerie chants, the five opened their mouths wide in silent wails.

Mists began pouring out of them, the fear in their eyes gradually dissipating, transforming into a vacant stare, as if unable to feel the immense pain.

Their Divine Souls were distorted and pulled from their bodies, turned into nourishment, sacrificed away.

Their wisdom was devoured by the greedy Deep Sea Strange.

In an instant, most of the numerous hands clenched into fists again.

The remaining five eyes began suppressing the mad malevolence, and the Wisdom Light began to ignite.

Monsters materialized from the manifestations, roamed the sacrificial space, while the five sacrificed beings fell to the ground, eyes vacant and hollow, not yet dead, and their cultivation power not much diminished, yet already like empty shells.

On the two altars, Dean Hua and the practitioner of evil cultivation softly chanted spells, shielding themselves with the altar.

The conjured monster, with its five eyes, looked towards the entrance, its materialized form drawing near swiftly.

Yu Ziqing stepped back silently, lowering his eyelids to conceal the Divine Light in his eyes.

The Peeling grew larger once more, sealing the entrance tightly, with the massive Dragon Scale upheld.

Suddenly, the monster vanished; a moment later, five arms descended from the top of the entrance, the five eyes filled with Wisdom Light, yet imbued with greedy glimmers, seemingly seeing right through the Dragon Scale.

Peeling held the Dragon Scale, eyes bloodshot, glaring ahead.

He now understood Yu Ziqing's intentions, rather than beating these Evil Dao practitioners to death, he'd prefer seeing them reap the consequences, without a chance to regret.

He thought that if they were beaten to death, these evil cultivators probably wouldn't regret at all.

Suddenly, his heart leapt, feeling truly watched by the five eyes.

He wouldn't retreat, eyes fierce, meeting the gaze directly, a surge of murderous intent rising within him; if this strange creature emerged, it should be beaten to death.

If not today, then in a month, if not then, in a year, ten years, a hundred years, slowly grinding it away until it's obliterated.

The Strange sensed the Wisdom Light at the end of the passage flickering.

But its power at that moment, its prying gaze, forced through the obstruction only to see Peeling blocking the tunnel.

It sensed Peeling's malice but wasn't bothered; after briefly locking gazes, its five eyes showed a trace of disdain, turning to look elsewhere.

Having devoured five who were once from Langya Institute, it already gained some wisdom, akin to that of a normal person.

It held little regard for the scant Wisdom Light on Peeling.

The Strange turned, continuing its roam in the sacrificial space, seeking offerings.

However, there were no more offerings.

Its roaming fastened, growing increasingly restless, fists began opening gradually, revealing those eyes emanating madness and malice.

The Wisdom Light in those five eyes carrying wisdom began to fade.

As the wisdom waned, it grew more agitated, unwilling to return to the deep sea.

Having found a breach and opportunity to emerge, summoned by the ritual, it obtained precious wisdom.

To gain and then lose, even returning to its original state, was unbearable.

With no offerings left, the Strange fixed its gaze on the young evil practitioner and Dean Hua atop the two altars.

The young evil practitioner reacted the quickest, never ceasing his chanting, like a guide, eagerly directing the Deep Sea Strange toward Dean Hua as an offering.

With guidance, the Strange hesitated no longer, even though it meant sacrificing the ritual's guide.

The Wisdom Light on Dean Hua was as conspicuous as the Bright Moon; it had long coveted it, but devouring the ritual's guide was likened to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

With wisdom gained, there was no need, nor desire, to consume the guide.

Dean Hua's face was as still as water, lifting his head to glance at the young evil practitioner with an ambiguous smile, doing nothing as the Strange charged forward.

Upon contact, he instantaneously snapped his ten finger bones, forming a bizarre Seal.