The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2891: Divine Altar Death Battle (part 3)

Yan Zhu began to walk toward the golden plate, but just after two steps, his gaze was completely drawn to the divine throne in the distance.

"This is the divine throne... It’s said that only deities and their avatars are qualified to descend upon the divine throne..."

"I am a Shaman..."

"I worship the deities, I..."

"I... can..."

Yan Zhu’s eyes started to redden, a wild ambition filled his chest, making his heart and all his blood boil.

Almost uncontrollably, he walked toward the divine throne.

But after just two steps, still a full nine zhang away from the throne, he suddenly heard the roaring thunder in his ears, as if the deity was enraged from above the nine heavens.

The wrath of the deity, mighty and intimidating, shattered his soul.

Yan Zhu instantly fell to his knees, his whole body trembling, not daring to lift his head.

His ambition, together with the blood in his body, grew cold.

In that moment, he felt like an "ant," a humble maggot, daring to covet the divine position, truly deserving a thousand deaths...

"I deserve death... I deserve death... I deserve death..."

Yan Zhu’s heart was seemingly dying a little in the intimidation of divine power.

At that moment, the fire pattern on his body flickered. The Candle Fire God he worshiped passively helped him reduce the divine power’s intimidation.

Yan Zhu’s heart slowly came back to life.

"Yes, indeed... I must trust my god, follow my Dao, I cannot betray my faith, only faith can save me..."

Yan Zhu murmured.

He struggled back to his feet; this time, he dared not covet the divine throne again, but instead turned to walk toward the golden basin beneath the Vermilion Bird’s golden ring.

He wanted to present the divine tokens of his god in the golden basin.

The Wujiu Tribe wanted to use the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar to summon the Wujiu Great God.

And Yan Zhu, as a Shaman of the Candle Fire Divine Way, also wished for his worshiped deity to descend upon the Barbaric Wilderness.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t care about the life and death of Vermilion Bird Mountain at all.

At most, he’d take care of the Danque Tribe slightly to gain the "jewel" that is Dan Ling and offer a bit of favor.

So later, he could rightfully compel Dan Ling to repay with her body.

But ultimately, it was for the deity, for his own Dao.

Intimidated by the divine power of the throne that he covets, Yan Zhu, trembling, walked toward the Vermilion Bird Statue, filled with terror and fear, he used his bare hands to slice open his chest, extracting a flaming red crystal stone from the bloody chest.

Candle Fire Crystal Jade.

This was the Divine Dao Token of the deity he worshiped.

Yan Zhu, with blood-stained hands, wanted to place this Candle Fire Crystal Jade on the Vermilion Bird Golden Plate as a "fire starter" to ignite the divine fire.

Yet at that moment, a sudden black wind arose, carrying a putrid stench.

Yan Zhu hurriedly cradled the Candle Fire Crystal Jade to his chest, rolled around the ground in a bedraggled state, avoiding the black wind.

Looking up, he saw the Black Vulture Elder with a sullen face already standing before him.

Yan Zhu hated him bitterly in his heart.

If he hadn’t been greedy and directly offered the Divine Dao Token, the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire would have ignited by now and the Candle Fire God would have descended upon Vermilion Bird Mountain.

But he was arrogant and greedy, delayed the timing, giving the Black Vulture Elder the chance to catch up.

And quickly, a graceful figure flashed, and Qing Zhu appeared on the divine altar.

Qing Zhu met Yan Zhu, her eyes filled with anger, "You despicable scoundrel, are you worthy of being a Shaman?"

Yan Zhu sneered, "Everything is for the deity, how can you talk about despicability?"

Qing Zhu looked at Yan Zhu coldly, yet in the next moment, the cold eyes were filled with tender affection, carrying sweet and charming thoughts.

Yan Zhu was startled, feeling something amiss, he internally observed his divine sense, indeed feeling his heart’s desires were stirred, he couldn’t help but curse:

"This wicked woman!"

But when the heart desires move, reason weakens.

At that moment, the Black Vulture Elder also attacked Yan Zhu with fingers like the claws of the Wujiu, carrying malicious telekinesis.

Yan Zhu could only grit his teeth and deal with the Black Vulture Elder.

After tens of rounds of fighting, Yan Zhu felt something wrong, turned around to look, only to find himself being forced back continuously by the Black Vulture Elder while the graceful Qing Zhu already stood beneath the Vermilion Bird Golden Tree.

She cut off a lock of her own hair, hidden at the Baihui, radiating a gleaming light, and placed it upon the golden plate.

Qingqiu Silk.

This was also her Divine Dao Token.

Yan Zhu was enraged, shouting: "You wicked woman! Aren’t you also harboring the same idea?!"

The Black Vulture Elder and Yan Zhu then ceased fighting and joined forces to attack Qing Zhu.

Qing Zhu’s ritual was interrupted, cursing quietly, she could only do her best to maneuver against the two.

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu, despising each other’s despicable nature, fought fiercely.

Yet as they continued to fight, they realized the Black Vulture Elder had disappeared; they turned around, only to see the Black Vulture Elder also standing before the golden tree, having dug out his last remaining eye, intending to offer it upon the Vermilion Bird Golden Plate.

Wujiu Eye.

This was also the Divine Dao Token of the Black Vulture Elder, and the catalyst for the Witch Vulture God Descent.

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu broke out into a cold sweat, immediately disregarding everything, uniting to attack the Black Vulture Elder.

The most avoidable descent among the three deities was the Wujiu Great God.

Once the Witch Vulture God descends, it marks the end of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Tribes.

The Black Vulture Elder’s ritual was also interrupted; he had to turn around again and battle against Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu.

Thus, the three strongest Shamans fell into a death match, the situation chaotic to the extreme.

In the midst of the chaos, each wished to offer their Divine Dao Token on the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar, treating others’ tokens like refuse.

The Candle Fire Crystal Jade was just placed on the golden plate by Yan Zhu but was slapped away by Qing Zhu.

As Yan Zhu went to pick up the Candle Fire Crystal Jade, Qing Zhu placed the "Qingqiu Silk" on the golden plate.

Yet in the next instant, a black wind arose, blowing away the "Qingqiu Silk."

As Qing Zhu went to pick it up, the Black Vulture Elder seized the opportunity to put his "Wujiu Eye" on the golden plate.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhu, having retrieved the Candle Fire Crystal Jade, had also returned to continue attacking the Black Vulture Elder...

And so, it went on repeatedly.

On the divine altar, the high and mighty "Shaman Lords," disregarding face and dignity, nearly exhausting every ounce of strength, engaged in fierce combat, preventing other Shamans from guiding their deities.

While hoping they themselves could summon their own deity.

Each battle, fought with utmost effort, was disgraceful and brutal.

Every bout had the potential to decide the end of the war, determining the fate of the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

The cultivators from various tribes beneath the altar watched with taut nerves, fearful and uneasy, even finding it hard to breathe.

This contest among Shamans stretched long and tormented.

By the end of the struggle, Yan Zhu, Qing Zhu, and the Black Vulture Elder were thoroughly exhausted.

They almost emptied every bit of cultivation in their Qi Sea, using every ounce of strength in their bodies, even their telekinesis nearing depletion.

Their originally powerful Seas of Consciousness were nearly dried up from the prolonged burning of Vermilion Bird Fire.

Their individual Divine Dao Tokens lay scattered on the ground.

And they themselves, in extreme exhaustion, were nearly unable to move even a finger.

Mutual destruction.

The originally chaotic altar now fell into a deathly silence.

The three exhausted Shamans had to endure the Vermilion Bird Fire, barely alive, unable to move.

Nor could anyone else ascend the altar.

In this stagnant situation, under the watchful eyes, upon the high divine altar, a frail and thin figure suddenly appeared...