Chapter 406 - 361: Why Isn’t Lord Mountain God Accepting the Offerings This Time?
Like an arrow of death launched by the Dark Power, it vanished into the depths of the endless night,
leaving only a series of terrified and bewildered echoes that lingered in the air, chilling to the bone.
Then, Chu He gave a slight flick of his finger.
A tiny but dazzling golden flame,
like the brightest star in the night sky, leaped gracefully from his fingertip.
The flame contained boundless Life Force and a mysterious power,
and carried a transcendent aura.
It instantly and precisely landed on the ancient tree, which bulged from the earth with its roots exposed.
The moment the golden flame touched the trunk, it was as if blessed by some powerful force.
It swelled at an astonishing rate,
transforming in the blink of an eye into a raging sea of golden fire that completely engulfed the tree.
The golden flames danced wildly in the night wind, emitting a scorching yet pure radiance.
Their light, like the rising sun at dawn,
forcibly tore a huge gash in the surrounding ink-black darkness,
creating a stark contrast.
From within the flames, an endless CRACKLE AND POP could be heard.
It was the sound of the great tree’s branches, leaves, and trunk rapidly dehydrating and carbonizing under the extreme heat. It was the tree groaning and struggling in agony.
As the flames spread, the great tree, as if cursed by a Demon,
struggled in the golden Purgatory.
Foul, pungent black gas continuously gushed from the trunk like a fountain. This gas was as thick as ink and emitted a nauseating, putrid stench,
as if the Gate of Hell had been slowly opened, releasing endless evil and decay.
It swirled madly in the air, twisting and intertwining,
creating an utterly bizarre standoff with the bright, dazzling golden flames,
making the entire scene all the more mysterious, terrifying, and grim.
Just then, the hanged figures that had been mercilessly scattered by the gales,
seemed to be summoned by some mysterious and powerful force.
Their movements instantly became mechanical and resolute.
One by one, like puppets pulled by invisible strings,
they converged without hesitation on the tree enveloped in golden flames.
Their figures darted through the darkness like moths to a flame, throwing themselves into the golden inferno without a second thought.
The moment the hanged figures’ bodies touched the scorching flames, they were instantly and mercilessly consumed, letting out shrill, agonizing wails.
The sound was sharp and piercing, like screams from the depths of Hell, enough to make one’s blood run cold.
However, these sounds were quickly drowned out by the deafening roar of the flames,
like tiny ripples swallowed by a surging tide.
Their bodies rapidly shriveled and carbonized in the fire, ultimately turning into black, stinking matter
that was scattered by the night wind, leaving only a pungent stench to permeate the air—a smell that was nauseating and inspired fear.
The surrounding crowd, faced with this sudden, shocking turn of events, was utterly dumbfounded. Their faces showed a mixture of shock and awe.
Zou Baixuan, in particular, was so shocked by the sight that he kipped up from the ground.
His eyes widened, staring intently at the back of the man he had repeatedly mocked and ridiculed,
his gaze filled with utter disbelief.
He subconsciously swallowed, a GULP echoing in his throat.
His expression was a complex mixture of fear of this unknown power
and embarrassment over his own previous words and actions.
He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, "What... what in the world is going on?"