Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 727: Chapter 330: The Blood Sacrifice of the Gods

Ying Island, Pingan Capital.

Outside the battlefield of Pingan Capital, corpses lay scattered everywhere. A large number of low-rank ghosts roamed above the battlefield, searching for bodies, while the cultivators of the Human Clan formed small teams to deal with the ghosts that had not completely died on the battlefield.

An invisible line divided the battlefield, with a clear divide between the two sides.

The war that erupted ten days ago revealed that the power gap between Hell and Sky High Plateau was not significant.

Aside from the initial period when the Netherworld’s big army descended and overwhelmed the deities of Sky High Plateau, for the rest of the time, the deities were still able to borrow the geographical advantage of Sky High Plateau to barely hold on.

This state of the battlefield continued for several days, and as the projection of Hell’s tributary covering the entire battlefield suddenly vanished, the situation on the battlefield changed once again.

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A few Tao Harmony gods and demons within Hell were unable to figure out what was happening inside Yomotsu Hirasaka and had to temporarily abandon the thought of invading Pingan Capital. They withdrew most of their forces to several Ghost Cities just outside Pingan Capital.

Pingan Capital finally got a chance to catch its breath, and under the propaganda of the various Grand Shrines, many people even regarded the temporary withdrawal of Hell specters as an unprecedented victory.

However, the mood of Izanagi and Izanami in Sky High Plateau, the divine realm above Pingan Capital, was not so splendid.

“What the hell are those idiots from Hell doing?”

Inside the shrine hall, Izanagi roared angrily and paced back and forth.

Within the entire shrine hall, only Izanagi and another goddess dressed in black, whose presence was as quiet as the long night, were present. She was none other than Izanami.

In response to Izanagi’s angry question, Izanami replied indifferently,

“It’s not just Yomotsu Hirasaka. Invasions by the Netherworld’s big army have also occurred outside Pingan Capital, in the various major cities.

But many cultivators, with the help of the Supreme Taoist, broke through to the Spirit Refining Stage. Added to that, a few High Gods moved between major battlefields to suppress the Ghost Kings, blocking the first wave of the Netherworld’s big army’s offensive.

Afterward, the Supreme Taoist took action personally, once again annihilating Hell specters on over a hundred battlefields. Apart from Pingan Capital, the entirety of Ying Island was now devoid of Hell specters.”

“The disappearance of the Hell projection over the Pingan Capital battlefield is very likely the handiwork of that Supreme Taoist.

He took advantage of the Hell specters leaving their lair, having already stepped into Yomotsu Hirasaka, intending to put an end to this war once and for all.”

Izanagi’s eyes narrowed, and he retorted without hesitation,

“Impossible!”

“According to the last message that came back, there are four Ghost Immortals stationed inside Yomotsu Hirasaka, and the Judge of Life and Death is about to complete his descent.

With the strength of four Ghost Immortals and a Heavenly Immortal, they have enough power to push through the Sky High Plateau at its peak. How could the Supreme Taoist, who is merely at the Void Refining Stage, stand against them?”

Izanami’s brows furrowed slightly, she also found it hard to believe that Shen Yuan had such strength, but the various arrangements around the outlying cities of Ying Island seemed to suggest that this guess was closer to the truth.

“The hateful 10th Hall Yama does not trust us and has blocked most of the news. Only the Judges know our specific information.

If those Ghost Immortals and Tao Harmony gods and demons also knew our identities, they wouldn’t have made such a blunder.”

“No matter what the true nature of this event is, the Supreme Taoist is ultimately an unexpected factor that cannot be ignored. This war, which came without any prior warning, is proof of that, and we must plan ahead.”

The two dignified main deities of Sky High Plateau looked at each other, and it was Izanami who finally spoke,

“Let’s start early!”

Izanagi’s eyes flashed with a moment’s hesitation, and he did not immediately speak out in objection, but instead asked with uncertainty,

“The blood sacrifice planned has not appeared, would there be any impact if we start the descent early?”

On Izanami’s usually impassive face, there finally appeared a change, as her purple lips slightly curled into a sinister smile, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with dangerous light.

“As devotees of our faith, it is time for them to sacrifice themselves for the deities!”

A secret edict quietly descended from the shrine hall; in the veil of night, the millions of believers in Pingan Capital all heard the edict from the gods.

They left their homes and gathered at the various shrines.

Among them were impoverished commoners barely clinging to life, nobles of high birth, and powerful cultivators.

No matter their status, inside the shrines at this moment, all eyes were fervently fixed on the statue that the shrine priests were worshipping.

The ruler of Yomotsu Hirasaka, the main deity who presides over death—Izanami!

Within one shrine, many shrine priests looked down arrogantly at the common people and nobles below, their eyes betraying unabashed contempt.

“They’re like pigs being raised in a pen!”

A shrine priest suddenly spoke in a low voice, which immediately resulted in low chuckles among the group of priests.

No one thought there was something wrong with the priest’s remark; in their eyes, these ordinary people in need of divine protection were on a different level than the shrine priests who served near the gods.

“Once Hell is pacified, we will ascend to dwell within Sky High Plateau forever by the side of the deities, while these pigs will merely become our slaves.”

“And our descendants will rule over these pigs!”

The conversations of the young shrine priests rose, and the great victory of the deities of Sky High Plateau had them already imagining the future.

Only a few veteran shrine priests, puzzled by the increasing number of believers below, couldn’t help but wonder aloud,

“Lord Izanagi’s divine edict to initiate the worship came in the middle of the night, and the deity being worshipped is actually Lady Izanami. This seems somewhat inconsistent with past rituals…”