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Master Qingyi and the others followed the villagers for an unknown amount of time, and under the torchlight, they could already see the outline of the altar.

Despite not encountering any danger along the way, no one spoke after what had just happened, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

As they approached the altar, the village chief spoke again:

"When we arrive at the altar, we must sincerely worship the sun god and offer our tribute. Only then will the sun god bless our village, ensuring good weather and abundant harvests, and that it will live on forever."

As the village chief spoke, he looked at the villagers, and finally at Daoist Qingyi and his group, as if the tribute he was referring to was not the slaughtered livestock but them.

After saying that, the village chief led the villagers back toward the altar.

This time, the villagers quickened their pace considerably, as if their long-pursued faith lay ahead, and they wanted to be embraced by the sun god as quickly as possible.

Seeing the villagers rushing toward the altar one after another, Master Qingyi and his group did not immediately follow.

Even the daring Yin Guanjun felt a pang of fear when he looked at the single-eyed stone carving in the center of the altar.

It made him feel a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

It's like going back to when he was a child, before he learned martial arts, when he was weak and powerless.

Anyone with even a little bit of strength could kill him at any time.

"Master Qingyi, what should we do now? Should we follow them?"

Although Yin Guanjun was afraid, all his strength in his life was earned through his iron fists.

His strength has reached its peak, and he cannot give up the inheritance of the Martial King realm.

If there is real danger, he is confident that he can escape with his abilities.

Although he felt some fear, Yin Guanjun's personality meant he would never show it.

When faced with something he fears, he will only try to overcome and conquer it.

Master Qingyi frowned, clearly the situation was not what he had imagined.

He looked around as if searching for something, but seeing the silent forest, he finally made his decision.

"Now that we've come this far, we'd be reluctant to leave without investigating."

And even if we wanted to leave now, the villagers wouldn't let us go easily.

After Qingyi finished speaking, he looked at the villagers in front of him. He didn't know when, but the villagers had already formed a circle around the altar. However, their eyes were not on the altar, but were staring straight at Qingyi and his group.

"Oh my god, that's scary."

Tang Yifeng was listening to Master Qingyi speak when he looked up and saw that everyone's eyes were on them.

The other martial arts practitioners performed well, but Tang Yifeng felt a chill run down his spine.

He was starting to regret coming in. Seeing so many eyes staring at him with a green glow, he was sure he'd have nightmares from now on.

Wait, green light?

Tang Yifeng mustered his courage and looked again, only to be greeted by pairs of eyes glowing green in the darkness.

Seeing this, Tang Yifeng took a step back in fright, his voice trembling as he said:

"Master Qingyi, why are those people's eyes glowing green?"

"Kid, you don't actually think these monsters are human, do you? This secret realm probably hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. What kind of person do you think could live that long?"

Master Kongqi scoffed, his gaze towards the villagers filled with coldness.

"Master Qingyi, we have arrived at the altar. Presumably, what we are looking for is under this altar. Should we kill all these eyesores?"

Yin Guanjun had been harboring murderous intent for some time. Before, Master Qingyi had said that these people should be kept alive to lead the way. Now that the path was right in front of him, he couldn't wait to snap their necks and see what they were.

"Yeah, these guys have been acting all mysterious and shady all this way, I've wanted to chop them up for a while now."

Jin Zhenxi, the sect leader of the Crimson Flame Sect, also spoke slowly, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

Seeing that the group was eager to try, Master Qingyi realized that the feeling he hadn't had with the single eye before was not good, and he assumed that the group had felt the same way.

Instead of being wary, it's better to kill these monsters first and boost morale, because there are probably even greater dangers waiting for them.