Yet, the children felt no pain. They continued to smile and sing their songs until they fell silent and still. Then, their bodies were rendered into Longevity Wine by the cultists.
The veins on Yan Yuwei's hand, clenched around her greatsword, bulged. A wave of fury washed over her, so intense she nearly ground her back teeth to dust.
Xu Yunfan grabbed her wrist. His gaze flickered to the edge of the corpse pile, where a young man in the uniform of the Celestial Craft Cave's Outer Sect was curled up, his chest still faintly rising and falling.
"Help…"
The young man's eyes suddenly shot open to cry for help, but an iron hook had pierced his vocal cords.
The old Priest lifted an earthenware jar, a pleasant smile on his face. His murky eyes reflected the frothing blood inside. "The thirty-sixth catalyst is complete. With the Cui Bo City ritual finished, the Ming Venerable should be able to manifest in our world. Our grand cause will finally be realized."
