National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Shen Jia'an took cautious steps, each one as light as a feather, fearing to trigger any hidden mechanisms in this seemingly peaceful place. His spiritual energy quietly flowed through his body, forming a subtle protective barrier, ready to deal with any sudden attack.

A gentle breeze blew past, ruffling his sleeves, but it also brought with it a faint smell of blood. Shen Jia'an's heart shuddered, and he became even more certain that something unusual must have happened in the Muyun Sect.

He slowly approached the open gate, his gaze piercing, scanning every corner. The stone lion beside the gate gaped its bloody mouth, roaring silently in protest. The carvings on it faintly glowed with an eerie light, as if under some sinister restriction.

Shen Jia'an swerved sideways and quietly hid behind a pillar before looking into the courtyard. The huge courtyard was completely silent.

There were many messy footprints scattered on the ground, as well as dried bloodstains that bloomed like red spider lilies. They appeared dark black under the reflection of the setting sun, and looked particularly gloomy.

He looked in the direction of the bloodstains and saw that the door of the main hall not far away was still open, with a faint light coming through from inside, as if calling him, or as if hiding a deadly trap.

Shen Jia'an's face was tense, his chest rising and falling slowly. He took a deep breath of the air filled with a strange aura, and then quietly transferred the powerful spiritual power in his body to his feet.

Each of his steps was as light as a ghost, his toes tapping the ground lightly without making the slightest sound, and he cautiously approached the hall that exuded a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

However, just as he was about to reach the entrance of the hall, a low and vague voice begging for mercy suddenly came into his ears.

The voice was filled with endless fear and despair. Shen Jia'an's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a look of confusion and alertness appeared on his face. He stopped all movements in an instant, even holding his breath, and listened attentively to the movement inside.

"Master, please, forgive me, please forgive me..."

It was a woman's voice, trembling and crying, as if she had just experienced a horrifying nightmare. At this moment, she could only mechanically and fearfully make these low sobs. Every note was filled with deep pain and helplessness, echoing faintly in the silent hall.

"Is this... cannibalism?"

Such a thought instantly flashed through Shen Jiaan's mind, but before he could think deeply about it, he heard several terrifying noises suddenly emanating from the main hall.

First, there was the sharp sound of a sword piercing the body mercilessly, followed by a sharp wind that seemed to be able to cut through the air. Then there was the dull sound of a heavy object falling heavily to the ground, appearing heavily at the main hall gate not far from Shen Jia'an.

He looked closely and saw a woman lying on the ground. The woman had an extremely beautiful appearance. Her eyes should have been charming and enchanting, but now they were bleeding. The blood flowed down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the ground, creating shocking blood flowers.

She stared ahead with her eyes wide open, her lips trembling slightly as she stammered with her pale lips, as if she was trying to say something with her last bit of strength. But in the end, she was unable to resist the erosion of death, and she slowly and weakly tilted her head, and the light of life was extinguished.

At the moment when Shen Jiaan keenly noticed that the vitality of the woman had completely disappeared, something extremely strange happened -

The ground beneath his feet seemed to suddenly possess an evil vitality, and began to greedily absorb the blood flowing from the woman's body.

The blood was swallowed by the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the blood flowed, the woman's originally delicate, fair and tender skin quickly became dry and wrinkled, like the bark of a dead tree that had experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes.

Then, what was even more bizarre was that the woman disappeared from the ground in the blink of an eye, as if she had never existed in this world, leaving behind only a pool of dark red blood, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

It was at that time that Shen Jia'an clearly felt that the resentful power in the main hall was becoming stronger and stronger like a surging tide.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the hall cautiously.

The hall was extremely dark. The few rays of setting sun struggled to squeeze in through the high, dusty windows, forming a few blurry, dim spots of light on the ground, as if they would be swallowed up by the darkness at any moment.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood. The smell was so strong that it could not be dissolved, mixed with the smell of decay and staleness. Every breath was like swallowing the remains of death, making people feel nauseous.

The surrounding walls are engraved with dense, bizarre runes and patterns.

Those runes flickered with a strange dark red light, like a pair of evil eyes peering in the darkness. They seemed to be telling a past that was forgotten by the years and full of sin and curses. They seemed to be announcing to those who entered the place the blood and brutality that had taken place here, which was chilling.

The situation on the ground was even more horrific, with messy and intertwined footprints everywhere, as if recording a chaotic and desperate struggle.

Large patches of blood that had not yet dried were spreading wildly, flashing a creepy luster in the dim light. Some of the blood had already coagulated into dark red patches, which were sticky and terrifying, making people truly feel how tragic the fierce and brutal battle that had taken place before was.

In the center of the hall, a huge stone altar stands majestically.

This altar, constructed from ancient, rough, and unnamed stones, exuded an air of age and age. Enshrined upon it was a statue of an unknown demon, its entire body pitch black, as if condensed from endless darkness.

Its face was hideous and distorted to the extreme, and every line seemed to be telling of pain and anger. Its eyes were empty but seemed to be able to see through the soul. It stared at the front, as if waiting for the arrival of the sacrifice, or silently cursing the intruder. Just one look at it made people feel a chill rising from the spine to the top of the head.

What was even more bizarre was that the statue was surrounded by a circle of black flames emitting a faint glow. The flames jumped and flickered in an extremely strange way, without any of the temperature and warmth that a normal flame should have. On the contrary, they released a bone-chilling chill that could freeze one's bones, making the air around them seem to freeze.

Behind the statue is a throne stained red with blood. The still dazzling rubies on it are like the eyes of a devil, staring straight ahead.

And on the throne, there was a middle-aged man sitting there.