Chapter 6287 Soul Devourer Puppet

The moment they stepped onto land, an immense pressure crashed down on them. It was cold, violent, and suffocating.

However, both Long Chen and Mo Nian were brazen figures. Perhaps if they came here alone, they would be a bit more careful. But together, they feared nothing and headed straight in.

Mo Nian took out a formation disc—not his treasure-seeking compass, but something else. After a few breaths, he pointed left.

He said, “The dragon veins converge there. If there are treasures, that’s where they’ll be.”

The two of them quickly rushed off. The pressure intensified with every step, until a mountain loomed before them.

A mountain made of bones.

The sight instantly ignited fury in both of them. Countless human skeletons had been piled up into staircases leading skyward.

Experts of the nine heavens... reduced to steps for others to tread upon. This kind of humiliation was indescribable.

“Seniors, forgive us. We will get justice for you!” Long Chen promised through gritted teeth and climbed up.

As he walked over these bones, bloody visions surged in his mind. He heard furious roars that echoed across time, as well as bitter cries and sorrow that transcended death.

In an instant, Long Chen was filled with grief. He wished he could charge through the river of time and participate in that primal chaos war.

Mo Nian’s expression was also gloomy. He too felt the will emanating from the bones beneath their feet.

At the peak, an altar constructed of bones awaited them, and it consecrated a giant divine statue.

This divine statue was of a spider as black as ink. Its body gleamed like obsidian, while its legs and fangs shimmered like gold, exuding a razor-sharp luster.

What stunned Long Chen and Mo Nian even more was the sight of thousands of experts kneeling atop the altar, piously kowtowing toward the black spider statue.

When the two of them appeared, every single one of those experts turned in unison to face them.

Without exception, they were formidable figures from beyond the nine heavens. Each of them bore no less than seven hundred Sovereign flames. Among them, over fifty possessed more than eight hundred Sovereign flames.

Long Chen even saw one expert with 799 Sovereign flames slowly condensing another Sovereign flame, about to advance into the realm of eight-hundred-flame divine sprouts.

“They’re worshiping. This spider must be their ancestor or some god they revere!” said Mo Nian.

“It’s not an ancestor. They’re from different races. It should be a god they collectively worship. Through the return of faith energy, they’re condensing new Sovereign flames,” Long Chen replied.

Although startled by Long Chen and Mo Nian, the experts quickly sensed that their auras weren’t particularly strong.

“Capture them alive and soulsearch them. We must learn how they got here!” shouted one of them.

In an instant, a dozen seven-hundred-flame divine sprouts left the altar and charged toward the two of them.

Long Chen’s eyes narrowed. Every one of these experts was wreathed in black qi, their spiritual fluctuations resonating with the divine statue. They were clearly in the midst of some kind of ritual. Some of them remained motionless, unwilling to disrupt the ritual.

Just as Long Chen was about to move, Mo Nian stopped him with a wave of his hand.

“Leave them to me.”

A coffin appeared, and from within it stepped a figure clad in black armor. The figure radiated an icy aura, gripping a flickering scimitar that exuded chilling sharpness.

At this sight, Long Chen’s heart shook. This puppet was fully armed, without the slightest weak point.

With a single slash, the puppet’s scimitar cleaved a seven-hundred-flame divine sprout clean in half. The strike sliced through his defenses as easily as a blade through a melon.

A few more flashes of the blade, and the rest were dispatched in an instant. Even their weapons were cut apart as if they were paper.

“What a powerful formation... and such speed. Its attack style is incredibly agile,” Long Chen muttered with admiration. This puppet’s combat strength was truly terrifying.

Within moments, the experts lay dead. Before their corpses could hit the ground, vines silently erupted from the earth, pulling them into the primal chaos space.

“This puppet of mine is called Soul Devourer. It was refined back in the immemorial era, but the refining method has been lost long ago. I discovered it in an ancient tomb,” said Mo Nian, eyeing his puppet with pride.

“More of you, go up and kill them! Don’t let them disrupt the ceremony!” roared one expert furiously.

At his command, hundreds of cultivators rushed down from the altar, including two eight-hundred-flame divine sprouts.

“Hmph, all of you come! I’ll kill you all!” Mo Nian sneered, forming hand seals.

The next moment, the void trembled, revealing one coffin after another that crashed heavily onto the ground. With a creak, they opened, and more terrifying figures emerged.

In an instant, eighteen armored puppets appeared before Mo Nian and immediately attacked with their scimitars.

To Long Chen’s surprise, their attacks were strangely nimble and sharp. They seemed like combat veterans. Each strike was ruthless, accurate, and executed without hesitation—even if it meant sacrificing themselves to drag down their foe.

Their black armor only made them more terrifying. Though not Divine Sovereign weapons, the armor bore Divine Sovereign runes, which rendered ordinary Sovereign weapons useless against them.

“Hm, no wonder this fellow is so confident. With this many puppet warriors, who does he need to fear? Each of them is on par with an eight-hundred-flame divine sprout,” Long Chen said, envious.

It seemed that graverobbing was really profitable.

Sure enough, when one of the strongest divine sprouts clashed against a puppet, its armor absorbed the blow, and the two sides were blown back. The exchange ended in a draw, shocking the surrounding experts.

Seeing that they were evenly matched, these divine sprouts got a bad feeling. However, they couldn’t stop either. Their ceremony was reaching a critical juncture, and to stop now would mean failure.

At that moment, all of them, save for their leader, charged recklessly at the puppets.

“Tu Yan, I order you to kill them!”

The words came from a man who had, until now, sat motionless before the divine statue with his eyes shut. The instant he spoke, the leader’s aura shifted violently.

Fury burned within him as his Sovereign flames merged into a single, giant blaze. In the blink of an eye, his power multiplied tenfold.

“A breakthrough?”

Long Chen and Mo Nian were both startled to see this.

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