Chapter 2232 - 2232: Altar of the Dead 1


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    “Oh. ”


    “Okay.”<div>


    The Head of the Undead Race and Di Hongyun both spoke simultaneously, their voices falling silent afterward.


    “Where are we headed? Many have perished here, and the stench of blood is even more intense than when I was skinned,” emotionally eximed the Head of the Undead Race.


    “Skinned?” Di Hongyun furrowed his brow, confusion evident in his voice.


    The Head of the Undead Race chose not to borate further. He merely expressed annoyance at the man’s interference, making it clear he had no interest in engaging in a meaningful conversation.


    Gu Chaoyan, though aware of Di Hongyun’s identity as the Head of the Undead Race, decided to keep that information to herself. It was his personal business, and it seemed he had no intention of disclosing it either. Therefore, Gu Chaoyan moved on from the topic.


    Changing the subject, she remarked, “I’m uncertain about the situation here, but numerous lives have been lost. Let’s investigate and see what’s happening.”


    “The mystic realm must have transported these people to various locations within it. Perhaps the mystic realm aimed to prevent them from turning on each other, but we mighte across some of them as we explore.”


    “Unfortunately, none of us have prior experience with the mystic realm, so we’re in the dark about its past condition.” Gu Chaoyan expressed a tinge of regret. She had a subconscious feeling that danger lurked within the mystic realm. That’s why she hoped to encounter more people and gain insights into the mystic realm’s history.


    As they continued their journey, Di Hongyun interjected, “Those who’ve ventured into mystic realms before might have knowledge of their previous states. However, what they might not know is that Supreme Sect opens mystic realms of varying levels each year, and the conditions inside these realms can differ significantly.”


    “If that’s the case…” Gu Chaoyan quickly grasped the situation.


    She was on the verge of speaking when she heard a distinct sound, something falling to the ground. Her acute hearing picked it up clearly.<div>


    “There’s movement ahead,” Gu Chaoyan dered with a serious expression, proceeding cautiously.


    Both the Head of the Undead Race and Di Hongyun remained silent, trailing closely behind.


    One event often led to another.


    They entered the deste town.


    The moment Gu Chaoyan stepped inside, she couldn’t help but gasp in shock.


    The Head of the Undead Race and Di Hongyun followed suit, equally taken aback. The Head of the Undead Race managed to maintain hisposure, but Di Hongyun couldn’t help but let out a nervous snort.


    He had spent his entire life within the sect, and even during missions and training, he was always kept within the secure boundaries established by the Supreme Sect. Such a situation was entirely foreign to him, and fear gripped him involuntarily.


    Di Hongyun shivered, a sense of bewilderment overwhelming him.


    What in the world was happening?


    Before themy a macabre sight: a pile of severed heads scattered across the town, blood oozing from them. The entire town was saturated with heads and blood. It was no wonder they had been engulfed by the overpowering stench of blood; it was all too real.


    These heads appeared freshly decapitated.


    It would take at least ten thousand heads to fill the entire town..