The field of vision is gradually distorted by the space in the distance, and time seems to lose its meaning here. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Artis looked at the long path and walked up slowly.

As you step inside, the space seems to be isolated.

Perhaps others didn't feel the slightest, but in Artis's opinion, from the beginning of stepping into the long path, he had actually stepped into another dimension.

This space is deep, solid, and full of uncertainty, constantly fluctuating in stability, as if connected with some mystery.

Thinking of this information of the Ten Star Sect, Artis's eyes remained unchanged and he looked at the depths of the long path ahead.

In his opinion, the fall of the Ten Star Cult was very suspicious, and Elia's family seemed to have something to do with it, which made him a lot more cautious.

As he walked forward, a door that had been opened brushed past him, and a little of the breath that escaped from it stopped Artis.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Estie's confused voice came from Artis's side.

"It's fine. Artis stood still, looking at the long path ahead.

Following his line of sight, Esty looked ahead, but didn't seem to see anything.

"Huh?" Suddenly, she let out a cry of surprise. "Is there anyone up ahead?"

"What?" Artsis was startled, and looked up sharply ahead.

A little spatial fluctuation was generated, and faintly, he seemed to have come to another space, surrounded by a layer of hazy color.

In front of it, a pitch-black shadow slowly crawled to the ground, swallowing the light and faintly resembling the body of a woman.

She didn't seem to be disembodied or spoken, but slowly stepped forward, approaching Artis.

Artis looked sideways around, and at some point, shadows appeared, some large and some small, gradually condensing into shapes, and among them, Esty was in the middle of it.

By this time, she had changed dramatically. A wizard's apprentice robe became tattered, a pair of large eyes were gouged out at some point, and the whole body was shattered, looking extremely miserable.

"When?" Artsis had just thought of this idea in his heart, when he saw the shadows around him condense into a figure and rush up one by one, looking very crazy.

With a loud "boom", a powerful divine power erupted at this time, and the natural divine power exploded, almost collapsing the surrounding space and scattering the surrounding shadows at once.

However, in the next second, the shadows that had been scattered reappeared, and one by one hideous and terrifying figures walked towards Artis frantically, but the speed became much slower.

They waved their hands, their bodies already dry, and looked at Artis in front of them, as if trying to pull him away.

"This is?" Looking at this scene, he faintly had a hint of realization in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes, no longer resisting.

A figure condensed into a shadow slowly stepped forward and kept sticking to Artis. With contact, the corpses turned into wisps of shadow again, slowly enveloping Artis's body.

And as the shadows continued to overlap, Artis's body also became dark, and it seemed that he was about to turn into a shadow, absorbing all the light.

In the next moment, Artis's body was violently turbulent, and a pair of golden eyes slowly opened, and the light purified everything strange.

The spot changed to its previous appearance again, and there was nothing unusual.

Artis turned around, and Esty's figure behind him was gone, not knowing if it had disappeared or if it had been teleported away.

He raised his hand and slowly opened it, and in it, a pitch-black gem appeared, seeming to absorb all the brilliance into it.

"When did the shadows of time come to fruition?" he thought, looking around.

However, no one was destined to give him an answer. After a while, he looked at the rooms around him and walked straight forward.

Instead of choosing those forks in the road, he walked straight ahead.

After the one just now, he already faintly felt that something was wrong with this place, there were still some traces, and there were some guesses.

He walked straight ahead, and after an unknown amount of time, a room appeared in front of him.

Seeing this door appear, he didn't hesitate at all, pushed it open directly, and entered it.

As he entered, at the doorway, a trace of dark and deep shadows gradually appeared, condensing into a form, which looked like Artis.

The shadow looked at Artis's back, a grim smile on his face, and slowly closed the open door.

Ahead, Artis's figure paused, looking behind him thoughtfully.

Upon entering the room, he was placed in another dimension, and everything seemed to be distorted except for his vision.

He walked forward quietly, I don't know how long he walked, the unchanged scenery changed, and figures appeared in front of him.

It was a group of people dressed in pitch-black robes embroidered with ten stars, as if some ritual was being performed.

"Great King, answer our call and come into this world!"

The first, with a fanatical sacrifice on his face, roared, and a group of people behind him responded.

This cult-like sight made Artis frown and look at the altar in front of him.

The image in front of me is not real, but exists in the gap of time, and the altar in front of it is just a phantom, but the terrifying aura on it is still terrifying.

"No sacrifices?" said Artis to himself, looking at the altar.

Looking at the appearance of the group of people in front of him, it was obvious that in the ancient period of the main world, this Ten Star Sect was definitely not a good thing, but something similar to a cult. For such a cult, when it holds sacrifices, it does not seem normal to sacrifice a few hundred people without blood.

His doubts were quickly solved.

In his surprised and speechless eyes, all the phantoms in front of him took out a pitch-black knife from his arms, which shimmered with a dark luster, and stabbed directly into his heart.

The knife seemed to be extremely sharp, but it only changed and cut open all the chests of this group of people, and drops of blood flowed out uncontrollably, slowly attracted by the altar in front of them, and gathered.

As the blood was gradually sucked out, the bodies of the Ten Star Cultists slowly became dry and thin, looking like mummies. Yet, despite this, they remained tenacious, looking at the altar with a fervent expression.

"The strength has been accumulated enough, and the magic circle will be formed soon, so you can go with confidence. The leader of the Ten Star Cultists looked at the altar in front of him and said to the disciples behind him.

After his words fell, the attraction of the altar was released, and the living mummies began to disintegrate, and the dust clouded the place and obscured the vision.

"No! almost!" a loud roar came from ahead, and more dust filled the air, making it impossible to know what was going on inside.