Chapter 66: Desolate Sword (Part ?) (1/2)

Chapter 66: Desolate Sword (Part ½)

No one discovered this anomaly. Everyone’s gazes were all amassed towards the fighting stage to go enjoy the scene of the battle that was destined to come to a rapid end.

“That was the first.”

Right now, Luo Nan’s energy was divided until the point of indivisibility. He didn’t have the strength nor the need to lament over the loss of life. He just sensed that some marvelous element had begun to flourish upon the altar when that life was burned away.

The element content was too minute. Luo Nan was unable to see any distinct changes. But then there was another one, causing yet another two, then three……. And now there were many.

The relevant numeral digits continued to rise without end within the scope of his mental senses. The accumulated marvelous elements didn’t increase in quantity. Instead, they were like a ratio of paints, turning from shallow colors to denser colors.

This was the color of death.

The flow of blood would ultimately run dry. The sacrifices had been stabbed by a blade to release blood and the time had more or less come for their organs to fail.

They were just the first batch to fall.

The thought of killing never crossed Luo Nan’s mind, but he also didn’t have any thoughts to go save people. He had to focus on the framework of the altar. He had to concentrate on the new elements that were permeating in and the subtle changes that came with them.

Every single individual that died was a challenge for the supply of the burning cloud of fire. But looking at the overall structure as a whole, the addition of a pigment of death caused a complementary situation where one falls and the other rises.

The pigment of death couldn’t provide energy, but it built a brand new structure in the infrastructure. It was like a bridge. It led the ritualists toward a plane once untouchable.

From the hysteria of life to touch the desolation of death.

The Human-Faced Arachnid and Rui Wen were fine, and this included Luo Nan as well. They all touched this open yet deep realm.

Luo Nan was a bit spellbound. The pressure of information, which had nearly clogged him up, suddenly was erased a little within this desolation of death.

A lot of information had value on the plane of life, but they no longer had any meaning once they entered the realm of death. Life and death blended together. And many things were strained through like a filter.

This was a sort of awareness, but Luo Nan’s awareness was at a very shallow level.

Especially when compared with Rui Wen's…...

When the realm of death opened towards them, Luo Nan discovered that Rui Wen had an acuity inconceivable in regards to this realm. Her acuity far exceeded that of Luo Nan, of the Human-Faced Arachnid. She was able to reap new gains every time a speck of life faded away to silence.

Luo Nan had the vague sensation that Rui Wen had come to his side and that they were looking abreast at each flame of life that was extinguishing within the spectator stands. The flames extinguished, collapsed, and evolved. And information still incomprehensible to him was obtained from within.

But from another perspective, Luo Nan wouldn’t have been able to discover this information were it not for Rui Wen. It was because of her existence that he was able to access it.

He didn’t know what use this was, but there was one point he was absolutely clear on: Rui Wen had discovered this information. She could exploit the forces of death, something the Human-Faced Arachnid was incapable of.

And so the equilibrium of the altar was suddenly smashed apart because of this.

Rui Wen and the Human-Faced Arachnid’s levels continued to mutually rise, but the current circumstance was the following: For every level the Human-Faced Arachnid rose by, Rui Wen would rise by double. So in just a few breaths of time, the mutual sharpening, the mutual advancement in power, grew closer to the edge of collapse!

The rules of the altar were as follows: Who will be reduced to the weak. Who will become the sacrificial offering!

The Human-Faced Arachnid shrieked with an ear-piercing cry. This was a situation that it had single-handedly created, yet it had placed itself on the altar to ultimately become a sacrificial offering.

But it's instinct to live caused it to struggle. Even if it was destined to perish, it would not be the first!

Luo Nan watched this scene. He watched the burning clouds of flame grow in greater turmoil. He watched the shouts of the spectators within the fighting arena, which was like the roaring of the mountains and seas. He watched the star and its piercing aura suspended and shining in the remote darkness. He watched the final struggles of the spider demon.

For some inexplicable reason, he didn’t feel the rippling of any emotion whatsoever. It was as if he was watching a mime show that had nothing to do with him at all. Or maybe he was looking at an array of calculations in a formula.

It wasn’t that he lost the ability to feel; he just didn’t have the leeway to display his emotions. Maintaining the framework of the altar had already over drafted all his energy.