Travel To The World Of Ca Li
Goddess Pieces!
The dark night devoured the land. The weak moonlight observed everything. There are no stars or moons in the sky. The total darkness was like a bottomless pit.
A little boy of about 10 years old was struggling as he continuously shouted as his hands were being forcibly pulled.
This hole, a place where there was a terrifying silence. From the open bar room, everyone who heard the roar trembled. Their faces were pale with bodies filled with cold sweat. It was as if just waiting for the turn of time for them would end up just like that child.
The boy was frightened and unable to move, his body dragged all the way to the front of the iron door. It's over, he's gonna die.
This iron door connected to the circular sacrificial altar was like a death bridge for the slave prisoners behind bars.
"Bring the sheep of the shepherd of heaven here."
A 60-year-old spiritual practitioner spoke to the officer who was carrying the child.
The iron door opens.
The child was mired, blood instantly seeping from his knees that touched the marble stone. She was crying sobbing. His pupils were shaken. He looked towards the statues that stood majestically around the altar. The statues that seemed to be staring at him with horrible eyes.
It was completely dark here, there was only a small glow from the embers of the torch hanging on the wall. It was very vague, just like the life expectancy for the slaves who were behind the bars of prisoners. Just waiting for them to end up on the offering altar.
The spiritual practitioner chanted a strange mantra in a low voice, while tapping the tip of his wooden staff onto the ground, his old body moving around the child who was resting in the middle of the altar.
Suddenly, the soft yellow light from the torch— mysteriously turned dark red, as if it was filled with blood. A thick gust of wind scratched the wall. The atmosphere was filled with the sharp scent of blood and flesh.
In an instant, the horror continued. It's so cruel. The poor daughter's body shattered into pieces as if it was sliced apart, not even she could scream when it happened. Now he was only sparing bones as his blood and flesh filled the stream connected to the small pillars that were flashing bright light as if they were locking something precious in the midpoint.
When the boy's blood and flesh seeped into the middle side. The glowing pillar only seemed to blink slightly as if it was showing a rejection reaction.
From the top corner, there was a hidden seat of the dragon throne. Where the one wearing the golden crown sat, he was observing all the things that happened with a typical bored look.
"The noble one has sincerely adored heaven and is so obedient. However, until now, the Goddess Pieces do not respond to be able to immediately use."
The voice of the spiritual practitioner suddenly came from the direction beside him, so fawning respectfully.
"Why don't you find a way instead of talking?"
Such a majestic voice resounded sharply. The current Shen Zhenning so radiated the arrogance of a ruler who swooped full of a sense of calculation. On top of his chair, he looked badly at the figure of the spiritual practitioner.
Hearing that, a cold cloud floated directly on Shen Zhenning's face. His lips slowly curved sideways forming a strange sharp curve. He suddenly laughed out loud, "A strong and appropriate price, huh?" He muttered with his fingers touching his chin as if he had found something in his mind.
Raising his right hand, Shen Zhenning pointed with authority at the practitioner then spoke with a terrifying echo. "Prepare for the most magnificent ritual offerings on the first full moon in autumn. I'll bring the owner of the heavenly blood that will satisfy the Goddess's Pieces." His words with a trace of ruthlessness traversed clearly in the corner of his eyes.
You may have guessed who it was. The only possessor of heavenly blood who was also his descendant, the Third Prince of the Empire, Shen Yuan Zi, his poor son. Truly he will only be remembered in his father's mind to return to suffer misfortune.
Which no one else knew, and only Shen Zhenning himself and his spiritual practitioner knew.
The stolen dagger was actually filled by a fragment of the Death Goddess Power that was already dead and stored within it, and they referred to it as the Goddess Pieces.
If an ordinary human could use the dagger that contained the goddess piece, then he would gain heavenly power. Maybe he could live forever and be almighty. However, not carelessly one could grasp the dagger and absorb its power to use. Because most people would be burnt to scorch when their mortal bodies were not strong enough to withstand the huge heavenly waves.
Shen Zhenning tried to smear the dagger with the blood of the virgins and children, he did that as much as possible to suppress the little heavenly waves that existed, he said, and that the dagger might give an obedient satisfied response for him to hold and use.
But all this time his efforts have been in vain. He could not even touch the dagger, let alone use it.
Shen Zhenning had already spent a lot of resources on the dagger, from starting to employ a portion of his secret soldiers who were half-dead while carrying the dagger from the Xitian Sect to locking it up in the empire.
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At this time, outside. The clouds became darker and began to rotate along with the speed in the night sky. Scrolls of lightning began to appear, bathing the entire sky with lightning. Suddenly, a loud thunder rang out with the resulting lightning strike splitting the sky in two.
A rainy summer night. Xiu Qixuan's figure ran up by lifting her skirt avoiding the water stubs that started to come down.
Again and again, he wandered, down the street alone. However, he was currently wandering around for clear matters. He had a secret meeting. With one of the most important women in the palace.
"Tch, shit! is there no weather forecast here? Should I make it myself in the newspaper? When it was so bright, who made the sky angry?" Xiu Qixuan grumbled nonstop, her face wrinkled black. He ran while circulating the view looking for a shelter corridor.
However, the road he passed was so far from the main corridor. This is a secluded road in the corner of the palace.
Xiu Qixuan's eyes lit up when he saw the gate with red paint peeling in front of it. He thought it was an empty storage building and thoughtlessly ran into the building.
He did not see a faint-looking, blurred calligraphy board on it that read, 'Cold Palace'.
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