Chapter 2216 - 2205: Soul-locking Array

Clicking his tongue in the dark and grumbling once more about how vicious Mu Ruoyun’s heart was, Lin Zifeng suddenly leaped forward, actually making a perfect diving motion!

Even if Mu Ruoyun hadn’t given him that thing, he still had ways to part the blood in this Blood Pond; it would just take more effort, that’s all.

"Splash..."

Lin Zifeng’s body slammed into the blood, and in an Instant sprays of Blood Flower burst up. Dongfang Ziyue watched, her expression freezing for a moment, and shouted toward the Blood Pond, "Hey, don’t you dare die in there! Don’t forget what you promised this young lady!"

Of course, Lin Zifeng, now soaking in blood, couldn’t hear any of this. On the first floor of the Human Sacrifice Tower, only Dongfang Ziyue was left. Her graceful body under the firelight looked somewhat lonely and desolate...

Once he was inside the Blood Pond, Lin Zifeng suddenly realized—the density of the blood was actually quite high!

Estimating in his heart that he’d sunk about five meters, Lin Zifeng saw nothing but crimson before his eyes and grew anxious. At this rate, he’d suffocate before he ever saw the bottom.

"Ruoyun, can you add some Space Gravity on me? This falling speed is bullshit!"

"You’ve got so many demands, you’re impossible to serve!" Mu Ruoyun muttered her complaint, but still used Space Gravity, pressing down on Lin Zifeng’s body.

All of a sudden, Lin Zifeng’s descent became like taking an elevator. After about ten seconds, he felt his feet sink slightly and the touch of stone slabs came through.

Once he steadied himself, with the Space Gravity gone, Lin Zifeng hurriedly lowered his head to inspect. Sure enough, the stone slab beneath his feet was carved with simple yet Mysterious patterns.

Not only that, beside Lin Zifeng were inscription stones, bound by some unknown secret technique. Arranged in a bizarre pattern, they encircled Lin Zifeng.

Feeling the air in his nose growing thinner, Lin Zifeng urged anxiously, "Ruoyun, start the Formation, quick!"

With a delicate snort, Mu Ruoyun threatened angrily, "If you pull this again, watch me let you suffocate to death!"

Her words were harsh, but Mu Ruoyun still unleashed her power. Lin Zifeng saw the originally dim stone slab beneath his feet flash with dazzling light, and a sharp ringing resounded in his ears.

"Buzz..."

The light vanished, and the depths of the Blood Pond slowly calmed down again. There was no trace of Lin Zifeng at all.

By now, he had already been transmitted to a...secret chamber.

Steadying himself, Lin Zifeng couldn’t wait to take in the sight before him. But in the very next Instant, his eyes went slack and his body began to tremble slightly.

In front of him was a spacious room, only slightly smaller than the widest first floor of the Human Sacrifice Tower.

Directly facing Lin Zifeng was a Longsword, its entire body shining with a strange dark-red light, stabbed into the stone slab, utterly motionless.

Around the Longsword, arranged in a pattern Lin Zifeng felt was endlessly Mysterious, were eighteen sets of robes. The robes were exquisitely made and brilliantly colored—clearly luxurious ceremonial dresses worn by women.

And on each robe were dozens of steel nails about an inch long, their whole bodies glowing with an ancient bronze light! Lin Zifeng narrowed his eyes and discovered that the surface of those nails was carved with tiny characters almost impossible for ordinary people to discern.

What surprised Lin Zifeng was that the originally ordinary robes were bound at the limbs by cold iron chains. No one knew how long they had been there, yet the chains still glinted with a chilling, sinister light.

"What...is this?" Even the words in Lin Zifeng’s heart were trembling in the wake of his shock.

After a long silence, Mu Ruoyun finally spoke, and there wasn’t a trace of playful tone left. Her voice was grave to the extreme: "If I haven’t guessed wrong, the arrangement of these robes, plus that Longsword in the middle, is a Soul-locking Array!"

Soul-locking Array...

Just hearing the name made a thread of fear rise in Lin Zifeng’s heart. Eighteen robes...could it be that the souls of the eighteen sacrificial women from past generations were all imprisoned inside?

Coming back to his senses, Lin Zifeng steeled himself, ready to step forward and investigate. But the moment he moved, Mu Ruoyun’s voice in his heart hurriedly stopped him, "Don’t go forward! There’s something wrong with this Formation!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the iron chains that had been still started to move...

"Creak..."

The withered robes slowly puffed up, and the chains that had been somewhat loose suddenly went taut.

"Urrgh..."

Lin Zifeng heard more than a dozen anguished, resentful cries of women echo by his ears, making his scalp tingle. He couldn’t go forward, couldn’t retreat, and could only stand there trembling.

"Ruoyun, what the hell is going on? What exactly is a Soul-locking Array?"

Lin Zifeng’s words were urgent, but Mu Ruoyun had no mind for anything else now. She explained in a low voice, "A Soul-locking Array, as the name suggests, can imprison a person’s soul within the Formation. If you add a Demon Device to suppress it and cleanse the souls of the dead, you can then take them for your own use!"

"Just now, the reason this young lady didn’t tell you was because these eighteen people, though powerful, absolutely have no hostility toward you. But now that you barged in..."

Before Mu Ruoyun could finish, Lin Zifeng already understood—the eighteen sacrificial women of past generations were angry!

Even as fear surged, Lin Zifeng clenched his fists tight and warned himself that at a time like this he absolutely had to stay calm, or he’d die even faster.

Lin Zifeng had already concluded that these eighteen women whose souls were imprisoned here were the sacrificial women who had been offered up before!

They were women, and now only souls, but Lin Zifeng still didn’t dare take them lightly. In life, every one of them had been in the Saint Realm!

Just as Lin Zifeng was lowering his head in thought, a cold, sinister chuckle sounded by his ears: "Kekeke...didn’t expect another hundred years to pass so soon."

Lin Zifeng jerked his head up, sweeping his gaze over the robes that fluttered despite the still air. A hundred years? Wasn’t that exactly the interval for every Human Sacrifice conducted by the Beiyao Ancient Clan!

He was shocked, but what he didn’t expect was that the red Longsword stuck silent in the floor suddenly flared with a burst of bloody light! The glare was so intense that even Lin Zifeng in the Saint Realm couldn’t endure it and hastily shut his eyes.

Only after a long moment did Lin Zifeng feel the world grow calm again. When he slowly opened his eyes, his previously blank gaze turned to sheer terror in an Instant.

"Clang..."

Deep, muffled sounds boomed out as the chains that had been wrapped around the robes slowly slipped off, crashing onto the stone slabs.

"Thud..."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Lin Zifeng knew full well what this meant—the eighteen sacrificial women, now freed of their bonds, were eighty percent likely to be coming for his head!

But no matter how he looked, he couldn’t see a single shadow. Lin Zifeng cried out in his heart, "Ruoyun, is there any way to let me see them? Wait, if they’re only souls, don’t tell me they’re all female ghosts!"

Mu Ruoyun snorted delicately, her tone full of disdain. "Ignorant! Who told you they’re ghosts? Your courage is pathetic."

As her words fell, a needle-like pain stabbed into Lin Zifeng’s eyes, sending cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Even so, his somewhat thin body didn’t retreat a single step.

"Swish..."

When Lin Zifeng opened his eyes again, a tangible Golden Light shot out from them. If there had been a mirror here, Lin Zifeng would have been stunned to see that his originally pitch-black pupils had become pure gold, like the blazing sun of the Nine Heavens!