binnovel Chapter 524
Chapter 524
Amidst the bustling crowds, the fragrance of fine clothes, and the clinking of glasses, a scene of ultimate prosperity and tranquility unfolded!
A grand banquet, belonging to the "immortals and gods," is being held in this white jade hall!
Countless figures dressed in magnificent ancient costumes moved about, chatting, laughing, and dancing. Some wore wide robes and flowing sleeves, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, with long beards reaching their chests, holding whisks or jade ruyi scepters in their hands;
Some wore bright, gleaming armor, with swords at their waists, exuding an imposing and extraordinary aura, their gazes seemingly carrying the might of thunder.
Some wore magnificent palace attire, their hair piled high like clouds, their hair ornaments swaying gently, their stunningly beautiful faces peeking out from amidst the glittering jewels.
The delicacies were piled high, emitting an enticing aroma; the finest wines rippled in the luminous cups, refracting a mesmerizing halo.
A graceful dancer twirls in the center, her light veils fluttering in the air;
The singer's voice was ethereal and otherworldly, like heavenly music, penetrating deep into the soul.
The entire hall was filled with an atmosphere of blissful peace and eternal freedom, enough to make any mortal instantly fall into its spell.
"welcome!
Welcome, distinguished guests from afar!
A loud, enthusiastic voice, yet carrying an indescribable majesty and penetrating power, resounded throughout the magnificent hall like a golden bell and jade chime, instantly overshadowing all the string and wind instruments and laughter.
On the high and mighty throne, a huge white jade throne carved with nine ferocious dragons, a man dressed in a black imperial robe and wearing a twelve-tassel crown slowly stood up.
His face seemed shrouded in a flowing mist, indistinct, except for his eyes, which were like bottomless, icy pools, occasionally flashing with an inhuman, cold light.
He raised a nine-dragon gold goblet in his hand, inlaid with pigeon-blood rubies, his voice carrying an undeniable sense of control:
"When the Kunlun Mountains shook and strange phenomena appeared in the sky, I knew that a distinguished guest was coming to visit."
This special wine and fruit are offered to celebrate this grand occasion!
This is a 'Night Banquet of the Corpse Kingdom,' a once-in-a-millennium event. All of you must enjoy yourselves to the fullest, so as not to waste this wonderful occasion!
The voice seemed to possess a magical power, instantly igniting the last remaining vestige of inflated desire within the fat man.
"Hahaha!
Your Majesty is too kind!
The fat man was already completely mesmerized by the "fairyland" and "feast" before him, and upon hearing this, he became even more smug, as if he had truly become a "fat immortal" among the immortals.
With his belly protruding, he grabbed a sizzling, golden-brown, oily leg of some unknown "divine beast" from the table in front of him and began to devour it, oblivious to everyone else, muttering incoherently:
"Fatty... no, this immortal will certainly enjoy himself to the fullest!"
Good meat!
Good wine!
Hahaha! "
Wu Tianzhen, Huo Xiuxiu, and the others were completely immersed in the "warm and friendly" and "ethereal" atmosphere around them.
Imitating the manner of those "immortals," I clumsily picked up the luminous cup and exchanged toasts with a kind-faced "old immortal" holding a whisk beside me, carefully savoring the "celestial delicacies" on the table that I had never seen before and that emitted a strange luster.
Ding Yudie seemed to have fully "woke up" as well, her eyes curiously surveying the magnificent decorations and the strangely dressed "immortals" around her, her face filled with childlike wonder.
Yi Sa nestled close to him, pointing to a "fairy boy" performing fire-breathing acrobatics not far away, and let out a soft exclamation.
Only Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin, like two incongruous stone statues, were forcibly placed on the edge of this noisy feast.
Zhang Hao sat upright on the cold jade stool, every muscle in his body tense to the extreme, like a volcano about to erupt.
He lowered his head, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
However, beneath his deliberately lowered eyelids, that golden-red light could no longer be suppressed, like lava burning through the darkness, almost bursting out of his eye sockets!
My vision was violently distorted and peeled away.
The magnificent white jade palace shook violently in his "eye of truth," and on the exquisite murals, the goddess flying apsaras was covered with thick, dark red bloodstains, like the tear stains of a dying woman.
Those "immortals" who moved about chatting and laughing had seemingly smooth and elegant movements, but they carried a kind of eerie, inhuman stiffness. The angles of their joint rotations were so stiff that they seemed illogical, like puppets being controlled by invisible threads.
The unchanging smiles on their faces were frozen at the corners of their mouths, but deep in their eyes lay an empty and lifeless abyss.
Even more horrifying, what could be vaguely seen through their dazzling and gorgeous clothes was not warm flesh and blood, but shriveled, blackened skin covered with large patches of bluish-purple lividity!
A pungent, suffocating stench of corpses was forcibly masked by the rich scent of peaches and the mellow aroma of wine. Like poisonous miasma at the bottom of a rotting swamp, it seeped into the core of his Qilin bloodline's perception without fail, stirring up the most instinctive, overwhelming killing intent and disgust deep within his bloodline.
Zhang Qilin sat upright like a pine tree, his face as calm as the ancient, unmelting ice atop Mount Kunlun.
Only his right hand, resting on his knee, had knuckles that had turned white from excessive force, gripping the cold, rough hilt of the black gold ancient sword tightly.
His calm, unwavering eyes surveyed the lavish banquet, yet the scene reflected deep within them was more direct, more bloody, and more despairing than what Zhang Hao had seen!
Where are those magnificent palaces and towers?
Where is there any celestial music playing?
It was clearly a gigantic, terrifying altar, constructed from layers upon layers of white bones and decaying coffins, twisted and contorted!
Pale bone fragments pierced the filthy coffin, broken vertebrae resembled twisted railings, and countless hollow skulls were embedded in the "walls," their jaws agape in silence.
Those dancing "fairies" are skeletons draped in thin human skin, and with each spin they shake off a shower of bone dust.
Those "immortal masters" who clink glasses and chat merrily are actually rotting corpses with fat maggots crawling in their mouths and noses and ghostly green flames flickering in their eye sockets!
The "delicacies" piled up on the table were actually densely packed, constantly wriggling white maggots and rotten, blackened entrails oozing pus.
The "nectar" floating in the luminous cup was actually thick, black blood plasma with a pungent, sweet, and metallic smell!
The "emperor" sitting atop the highest point of the bone altar, dressed in imperial robes, had a blurry face that revealed a gigantic, writhing, expanding tumor composed of countless faces contorted in agony!
Every face screams and struggles silently, yet is bound tightly to the surface of the tumor by an invisible force, becoming part of it.
At this moment, the enormous tumor was slowly splitting open into countless mouths filled with fine, sharp teeth, greedily emitting tiny, teeth-grinding sucking sounds.
It frantically absorbed the "vital energy" that permeated the entire banquet, originating from the deepest recesses of the souls of Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Huo Xiuxiu, and others, representing the very essence of life!