Super Rich Fantasy: I Grow Stronger By Spending Money

298 The Altar’s Power

Qian Yuan and Shen Changling’s worries weren’t unreasonable. If the high priest could not be dealt with, they might also be annihilated. It wasn’t worth it to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of their own.

Ye Xuan shook his head and replied, “I wasn’t on guard earlier. Although I was bewitched for a moment, you saw what happened later. Now that I’m on guard, I think I should be able to control the altar’s influence on me.”

Recalling the dangerous scene just now, if Ye Xuan hadn’t pulled back in time, they probably wouldn’t have been able to escape with their strength alone.

“The lesser of the two evils, the higher priest must be eliminated as soon as possible. If we delay any longer, I’m afraid he will really become suspicious, and even I will not be able to suppress him.”

These days, Ye Xuan had been delaying, saying that he hadn’t completely integrated with this body. The high priest didn’t dare to ask anything for the sake of his dignity.

However, this was not a solution. It was impossible to trap the high priest in this cave forever. According to Ye Xuan’s probing and speculation, the high priest could leave the cave.

With the passage of time, the area he could move in would become larger and larger, even those powerful humanoid creatures were the same. Sooner or later, leaving these scourge alive would cause big trouble.

Since Ye Xuan had this confidence, there was no harm in taking the risk.

Soon, the high priest returned from where the bone dragon was and said with a guilty expression, “I am incompetent and did not find the thing that Master was talking about.”

“If that’s the case, then forget it. But there’s still the most important thing that I need you to do.”

Seeing that Ye Xuan didn’t blame him, the high priest couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Please give me your orders, Master. I’ll go through fire and water for you without hesitation.”

Ye Xuan stood with his hands by his side, his brows deep, and his expression filled with endless coldness and decisiveness. Coupled with the unpredictable and dangerous aura around him, it was no wonder that the high priest had no doubts about his superb acting skills.

“Do you know my original plan?”

“Of course, I know. Master’s footprints should be all over the world, making those mortals tremble in fear and bow down to you!”

Ye Xuan nodded, and a glint of light flashed across his eyes. “Now that the time is ripe and I have completely fused with this body, it’s time for us to take the first step and regain the glory of 1000 years ago!”

Although Ye Xuan didn’t know anything about this ‘Master’, according to the information revealed by the high priest, coupled with his wild guesses, these coaxing words were quite decent.

From the fanatical expression on the high priest’s face, it could be seen that his words had a good effect. “I am willing to follow Master.”

“However, you can’t go too far away from the cave as you’re still under certain restrictions. I’ll help you and raise your cultivation at the same time as a reward for you for fulfilling your duty and allowing me to successfully descend into the world.”

Back then, the high priest’s contribution to the successful operation of the altar could not be overlooked. As the most important person in the operation, he was also restricted and could not go too far.

After hearing Ye Xuan’s words, the high priest was even more excited. Without any suspicion, he stood in the center of the altar according to Ye Xuan’s request.

“I’ve already descended, so there’s no need for this altar to remain. I’ll extract the remaining power and give it to you. The process might be a little painful.”

His words were reasonable, and no one could pick out any mistakes. Not to mention, the high priest had no doubt about it. He would never have thought that the person in front of him was not his ‘Master’, but Ye Xuan in disguise.

Ye Xuan chanted an awkward-sounding incantation, and the rotten altar seemed to be rejuvenated. The bronze rust on the surface peeled off layer by layer, and ancient symbols and patterns were faintly visible as if they had been left behind from ancient times.

The humanoid creatures hiding in the dark all retreated probably because the pressure from the altar was too strong.

The bronze altar glowed with an ancient light, reflecting Ye Xuan’s calm face. There seemed to be something deeper surging in his eyes.

The altar had lost its usual ordinary and harmless appearance and was now shrouded with mystery.

Under the mystery was endless danger. If one was not careful, one would fall into the abyss and be crushed to pieces. The high priest did not notice the strange glint in Ye Xuan’s eyes.

If Ye Xuan wasn’t his ‘Master’, how could he know the incantation and trigger the resonance of the altar? The high priest did not doubt this, even though he had no impression of the incantation in his mind.

However, the altar was not created by him in the first place. To put it bluntly, although he had the right to use it, he was not the master. The only one who could completely control the entire sacrificial land was the ‘Master’ who was in Ye Xuan’s body.

A strong suction force came from the altar, firmly binding the high priest to the spot. A warm current flowed in as if his body had unlimited potential and strength.

The high priest, who was immersed in joy, didn’t notice that Ye Xuan’s incantation had quietly changed. A faint red light flashed through his eyes, very obvious in his dark pupils.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a high and mighty god. The coldness in his eyes was frightening. He didn’t need to pretend to seem like the ‘Master’ the high priest had mentioned.

But this time, Ye Xuan was prepared and quickly suppressed that desire. Not to mention the high priest, Ye Xuan would probably sacrifice all living things.

Like boiling a frog in warm water, the binding force became stronger and stronger, wrapping the high priest in layers. By the time he realized that something was wrong, it would already be extremely difficult to break free.

The high priest frowned, and the warm feeling disappeared, replaced by extreme cold as if the only bit of blood in his body had been frozen into ice.