In the city of Yin Guang, within a courtyard where a fierce battle had nearly erupted moments ago.
The corpses of men and women were stacked into an unnervingly neat cube.
A stone pillar rose abruptly from the ground, piercing through the corpses, emerging from their center, and then quickly expanded into a stone platform covered in intricate carvings.
Without the fleshy debris, the stone platform resembled an umbrella.
But with those corpses filling its form…
It became a sacrificial altar.
Or, one might say, a Gua Platform.
An entire courtyard full of lives, extinguished in an instant.
If there is reincarnation, if there are Ghost Chai to question them, asking why they had perished—
They wouldn't have been able to answer.
At times, human lives are no sturdier than ants. The overwhelming gap in power makes it hard for some cultivators to still see humans as humans.
The human world often feels like a purgatory.