Sunlight pierced through the thin miasma above the Altar, casting mottled shadows onto the scorched earth. Lin Feng and his companions inspected the chaotic scene left behind after the leader of the Netherworld Cult had fled. The residual smell of blood in the air mingled with the acrid stench of dark green ghost fire, forming a nauseating combination. Nángōng Yǐngyuè kicked aside a piece of stone shattering, carved with a ghost face, and her Qinghong sword blade flipped up half a scroll that had been exposed from the wreckage of the blood sacrifice banner. Its material was neither paper nor cloth; it remarkably resembled the membrane wing of some creature, covered in twisted sacrificial texts drawn in dark red fluid.
"Could this be... a secret scroll of the Netherworld Cult's evil arts?" Su Yao took the scroll. The moment her ice-blue Spiritual Power touched the edge, a painfully twisted human face abruptly emerged at the top of the scroll, emitting a silent shriek. Mengmeng Bear gave a start in Lin Feng's arms, a flash of golden light flickered, and the illusory human face instantly vanished. Drawn in the center of the scroll was a grim Altar, with a pitch-black casket suspended in its middle, surrounded by twelve giant white bone pillars. Atop each pillar, eerie totems such as ram heads, snake bodies, and raven claws were respectively carved.
"This is identical to the black casket we saw in the secret passage of the Qingyun Town stronghold!" Nángōng Qiàn'ér pointed at th…
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