“What?! That can’t be right!!” the priest of flame shrieked when she heard Qing Yu’s words. “They can’t possibly have done that, the Xuan Yuan Slaves are our kin!!”

She shook her head desperately, trembling violently as she stared fixedly at the images projected by Qing Yu.

An enormous altar hovered in the middle of the yang tomb realm. Bloody lights circled around it while howls and wails of anguish echoed throughout the realm. They didn’t originate from the living, but instead were the cries of the sacrificial goods. They’d already died and their souls sucked into the altar, never to reincarnate or find release from their torment.

The priest of flame sank to the ground, clutching her head as her world shattered around her....