The Journey of Projection Upgrading
Chapter 260

Chapter 260 - Strange

The strangeness in front of the main hall was clearly visible.

Not to mention the obvious wrong paintings everywhere, just the various scenes in front of them could make people feel wrong.

The surroundings were dimly lit, making it difficult to see too many scenes.

The scenery was hidden under the shadows.

Occasionally, one could feel the faint smell of blood and some other smells coming from all directions.

Chen An followed behind Qi Rou, walking quietly towards the front.

His face was relatively calm, but he had unknowingly lowered his head.

But he had to lower his head.

This place was really too strange, filled with that inexplicable special power.

Whenever Chen An lifted his head and saw the paintings depicting demons, he could feel that special power sweeping around, spreading in his mind.

Although Chen An was not sure what this change was all about and what kind of results it would bring, it was definitely not a good thing.

Occasionally looking up, everyone around them had their heads down.

Whether it was Qi Rou or Yang Xiao, they were all the same, obviously prepared early.

Some even more exaggerated, directly covered their eyes with a cloth, relying on their spiritual perception to observe the surrounding scenery and ensure their normal walking.

This was really something.

Chen An looked at those dressed as demon cultivators who looked like monks, and their actions of covering their eyes made him feel a sense of deja vu, which he found quite amusing.

Of course, it was funny, but the strength of these people in front of them was not to be underestimated.

The leaders of the four major forces, all of them had reached the level of Nascent Soul.

Or in other words, if they did not reach this level of strength, they would not even have the qualification to be brought to this place.

As for people like Lin Qiu, their cultivation level was even higher, starting from the Golden Core level, and there were more than one or two peak Golden Core existences, all of them ridiculously strong, which made people sigh.

Observing the situation of the people around him, Chen An couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Indeed, the power of the demonic forces was so strong.

Seemingly, there was not a single weakling among the discovered demonic forces.

Their strength was generally very high.

Of course, this was also related to the distinct style and training methods of the demonic cultivators.

As he observed in silence, a familiar gaze fell on him from the side.

Chen An turned around and saw Qi Rou's figure.

She was also standing aside, looking at Chen An with her peripheral vision, her mouth slightly open, as if she was saying something to him.

Chen An could understand what she was saying without looking up, it was nothing but words of caution to pay attention to safety.

In fact, it was so.

"You can't speak loudly in this place, and you should also be careful when looking around."

Qi Rou's voice softly sounded in his ear, sounding very gentle at this moment.

She noticed Chen An's actions and solemnly reminded him.

Chen An nodded, indicating that he understood.

Qi Rou then relaxed.

Indeed, this place was extremely strange, with remnants of restrictions and other things left behind from the time of the Sun-Moon Demon Sect.

Although these things had changed somewhat after a long period of time, the effects were still considerable.

If one accidentally encountered them, there would definitely be no escape.

It could really be a matter of life and death.

Moving forward, the group finally arrived at the core in front.

To Chen An's surprise, even in such a gloomy and terrifying place, there were already people waiting.

In front, an old man was standing there.

The old man was wearing a gray robe, with a thin figure, standing on the high platform, silently looking down at Chen An and the others.

If one were to have eye contact with the old man, they would immediately feel a creepy sensation in their heart.

In the eyes of a normal person, the appearance of the old man in front of them was undoubtedly extremely terrifying, looking like a dried corpse, with patches of corpse spots covering his face, looking particularly terrifying, like an active corpse.

He stood there, with muddy and dead eyes staring at the people below, and seemed to react only after a long time, saying faintly, "You've arrived."

"The ritual that happens every thirty years, is it starting again?"

The faint words resounded in place and slowly spread to the ears of everyone around.

Chen An instinctively frowned.

Just like the strange power that existed everywhere, when the old man in front of them spoke, there was also a strange power in his body, making people feel particularly terrified.

Even just listening to the voice as if one could feel an inexplicable power bursting out, about to invade his body.

This strange feeling was obviously abnormal.

What was the background of this old man in front of them?

This thought flashed through Chen An's mind, and he subconsciously raised his head to look forward.

But the old man obviously did not have the energy to pay attention to him.

After all, there were too many people here, and at first glance, the old man wouldn't even notice such a small character like him.

Even if he were to look, he would probably look at someone like Qi Rou.

"High Priest."

Lin Qiu and Yang Qi exchanged glances and then walked out together, speaking politely, "The thirty-year deadline has arrived, and we have come to prepare for the ritual." Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ NƟvelFɪre.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Although the words were clear, the old man in front seemed to be quite confused, still stiff there, until after a long time, he finally seemed to move, seeming to come to his senses.

"So that's the case."

He nodded, his eyes calm, as if he was not surprised at all, "Then get ready."

"Everything is already prepared inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the front.

Behind him, Lin Qiu and the others looked at the figure of the old man and followed suit.

They walked into the inner hall, and the surroundings suddenly became more spacious.

The space around them seemed quite spacious, with only a black door standing out conspicuously, open there.

"Get ready."

The High Priest spoke lightly, looking at the black door in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Those who are preparing to participate in the trial, come directly here in half a month."

"The Devil's Scripture is inside."

"As for those who do not want to participate, stay away, otherwise if anything happens, don't blame it on this old man's head."

With a faint voice, he sounded particularly hoarse.

"Don't worry, we know the rules."

Lin Qiu and the others nodded respectfully, and followed silently as they took Qi Rou and the others back, heading towards the exit.

"The person just now is the guardian stationed here."

Outside the main hall, Qi Rou explained to Chen An in a low voice, "When the Sun-Moon Demon Sect split, most people left the ancestral land, but some people stayed here, guarding this place for generations."

"They guard the inheritance of the Devil's Scripture and the tombs of the Demon Lords of the past, to prevent the past Demon Lords from being disturbed by the puny."

"I see."

Chen An nodded, indicating that he understood.

In simple terms, they were responsible for guarding the tombs.

In such a big place, and a treasure land at that, it was still necessary for someone to take care of it.

Otherwise, even if the natural conditions of this area were good, the spiritual formations within would eventually deteriorate over time and slowly collapse.

The reason why it was being maintained so well, was obviously due to someone taking care of it for a long time.

And the caretakers were obviously these guardians.

"These people are very mysterious, usually responsible for guarding the tombs of the Demon Lords of the past, so if possible, try not to provoke them."

Qi Rou spoke in a low voice, "There is still about half a month left before the ritual begins, so you should hurry up and break through as soon as possible, condense the Devil's body."

"I understand."

Chen An calmly nodded, showing that he understood.

The feedback from the Devil's Scripture was not something that could be obtained easily, and it also had quite strict conditions.

In order to receive feedback from the Devil's Scripture, one had to have at least the level of Nascent Soul cultivation.

Otherwise, with just the cultivation level of Qi Refinement, it would be impossible to trigger a response from the Devil's Scripture.

And Chen An's current cultivation level was already at the peak of Qi Refinement, just one step away from Nascent Soul.

That's why Qi Rou urged him.

"Half a month, there should be no problem."

After thinking for a moment, Chen An gave this answer.

His Devil's Scripture cultivation had reached the peak of Qi Refinement, and he was just one step away from Nascent Soul.

With about half a month's time and the perfect place for cultivating the Devil's Scripture, he should be able to break through to Nascent Soul level.

It all depended on how long it would take.

Qi Rou nodded, not saying much.

She had great confidence in Chen An, even more so than Chen An himself had in himself.

So in the following days, Chen An's life gradually returned to normal.

In this treasure land, he began to practice diligently, trying to take the cultivation of the Devil's Scripture to a higher level and deduce it to a higher level.

It turned out that this place was indeed a treasure land for cultivating the Devil's Scripture.

In just a few days, Chen An's cultivation made great progress, reaching a whole new level.

It seemed that he was just one step away from reaching Nascent Soul level.

Finally, at a certain moment on a certain day, the spiritual energy around him began to boil.

Boom!

A strong breath spread out, directly spreading in all directions, affecting the nearby spiritual energy.

With the rolling spiritual energy, a new Nascent Soul cultivator was born.

Chen An sat cross-legged in his closed room, quietly feeling the changes happening within him at the moment.

To be honest, reaching Nascent Soul level did not bring him any significant changes.

After all, in essence, he was already a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It was just for the first time he had cultivated his second Purple Mansion to the Nascent Soul level, which was a first for Chen An.

He carefully felt the difference between the two.

According to what was recorded in the Devil's Scripture, once the cultivation reached the Nascent Soul level, a cultivator's Devil body would begin to condense, awaking the power of the Devil's bloodline, excavating what lay dormant in the bloodline.

Qi Rou's ability to sense people's hearts, to some extent, came from this.

And now it was Chen An's turn, and the ability he awakened was different.

It was an extraordinary reaction ability.

However, unlike Qi Rou's direct ability to sense people's hearts, and even emotions, Chen An's ability to sense was more about the things that existed in nature.

For example, the various fluctuations of spiritual energy, the pulsations of the heavens and earth, even the changes in the surrounding environment, all came up in Chen An's mind.

In the first place, Chen An's sensing ability was already very strong.

And now it seemed even stronger, directly leaping to a higher level.

To Chen An, this ability was not useless.

Sensing ability was useful no matter where one was, only for Chen An, it might not be as effective as Qi Rou's ability to sense people's hearts.

But in some specific situations, the difference between the two was not that great.

Yeah, not bad.

Chen An nodded in satisfaction, and then prepared to get up.

He walked out of the room and headed straight to Qi Rou's room.

And in the distance.

At the moment when Chen An broke through, an old man with a withered figure, looking like a dried corpse, turned his head and glanced towards Chen An's direction, his face seemed somewhat surprised.

"Another one has appeared?"

He muttered in surprise, then quickly laughed, "It's not bad at all."

"The more suitable sacrifices, the better."

He chuckled softly, but his hands did not stop, and he continued to work.

The rolling divine power bloomed.

With the old man lightly shaking his hand, unique runes were depicted, showing a vitality that was different from ordinary people's.

Faint light scattered, illuminating the scene in front of him.

In front of the old man, a huge red coffin stood quietly, placed there.

On the coffin, drops of blood were being scattered, constantly falling down as if it were bleeding.

A strong smell of blood wafted over, rising directly.

Various strange things began to happen one after another.

Under the influence of this place, even the demonic paintings that were displayed far away seemed to start changing, with the images of the demonic gods on them beginning to transform, as if they were breaking out of the stone walls.

However, the old man did not hear all of this, he just continued to do his own thing.

A breeze blew across, blowing on the old man's face and lifting his hair.

Under the dim light, the old man's face was reflected, revealed as a piece of eerie white bones.

On the bones, a faint smell of decay faintly emerged, as if there were countless small bugs crawling, gnawing at his flesh.

In front of him, in the crimson coffin, a mysterious movement took place, starting to shake constantly.

A crimson arm suddenly shot out from the coffin, as if reaching for something.

But the old man didn't find this surprising at all, just smiled, "Don't rush, don't rush."

"The sacrifice you want will be delivered soon."

"Very soon"

(The end of this chapter)

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