The records of the Saint during the Jiazi Era are not many, or rather, not much is known by Mo Huitou.

But in this era, remnants of the Era of Divinity seem perfectly normal to Yu Ziqing.

Even if he speculates that from the Era of Divinity to the Ancient Era, it's not a seamless connection; there's surely a period in between.

This period shouldn't have lasted long, but it must have been the most chaotic and difficult time.

Because there are hardly any records in Dadui.

This situation is practically impossible when the regime is stable, and the lower levels are stable as well.

Only when the upper levels are unstable, the lower levels are wandering around with no place to settle, barely surviving each day, expending everyone's energy just to survive, and the record keepers might suddenly die unexpectedly, could there be such an apparent gap in records.

After all, even in the dark Era of Divinity, quite a few records could still be found sporadically.

Likewise, if one were to plant any hidden dangers or pitfalls, this intermission would be the most suitable.

Yu Ziqing and Mo Huitou floated in the high skies, gazing at the horizon.

He could feel that the overall strength of this era was truly formidable.

When the path is not yet broken, some areas might be somewhat rough, not as refined as the present age, but their power was indeed strong.

The structure of cultivators has always been pyramid shaped.

But in the Jiazi Era, there were still Tenth Tier cultivators, and new ones could appear.

The upper limit was higher than in later generations; Ninth Tier was somewhat easier, and thus there were naturally more of them.

Among the thirteen hundred saints in the distance, Yu Ziqing could sense that there were three Ninth Tier Peak and at least twenty to thirty Ninth Tier.

The rest were all Great Cultivators at the minimum.

This was just the tip of the saints, a corner of the Jiazi Era.

Looking at Mo Huitou's attitude, Yu Ziqing could also understand that Dadui, during this period, could definitely suppress the saints without much effort.

The reason this place was sealed had nothing to do with the power of the saints; it was because of the blood sacrifice.

This was Mo Huitou's own words.

If it was just about eliminating these saints, who usually hide well, the cost might not be very high.

In other words, even a pacifist like Mo Huitou thought that not even these over a thousand saints warranted sealing.

Gathered together, they were meant to be slain on the spot.

Yu Ziqing compared it to the intelligence from Xi Yang, speculating that this period might be when the followers of the Sacrificial God almost entirely perished.

It's also possible that at this time the Sacrificial God was already thinking of fleeing, taken to the deep sea.

The only certainty is that these over a thousand saints here, with their deaths, propelled the tragic fate of the Sacrificial God.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing thought of the White Sun Holy Mother.

This fellow might have never encountered a good era, or met a formidable opponent during the good times.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen to such a state.

Look at the Sacrificial God; now he's indeed miserable, but during his glory days, he far outshone the White Sun Holy Mother.

The White Sun Holy Mother still possessed some divinity and could not die even when unable to descend.

Unlike the Sacrificial God, who was starved to death, thinking of this made Yu Ziqing feel that the deities' prestige in his heart plummeted.

It could also be that the deities he opposed were those at the pinnacle of the pyramid, the strongest batch of deities.

Those below were actually just like that.

This includes those deities from the Era of Divinity who were already killed off without even leaving a name.

From a distance, the sound of sacrificial texts rose high and bright, accompanied by murmured whispers.

In sacrificial techniques and in this era, incantations were called sacrificial texts, which seemed like just a name change, but essentially, it was still the difference between sacrificial techniques and ritual.

The thick smell of blood, along with a tangy sweetness, pleasing yet nauseating, was a force that could maximally evoke human instinct, stirring human hearts.

Yu Ziqing saw the altar made of flesh and bone stacking up from nothing.

The heads of giants, piled under the altar, every giant's eyes filled with agony, their divine souls seemingly burning, turning into nourishment for the altar.

Inexplicably, Yu Ziqing felt that the enormous altar of flesh and blood did not seem just like an altar, but also like the throne of the Seven Yin King he once saw...

The yin wind wails, resentful souls howl, it was the giants letting out their final roar for the inevitable doom of their kind.

And this reminded Yu Ziqing of the Copper Clan that was entirely refined to death.

The destruction of a race used to be so easy.

The only thing they could leave behind was their dying wails and roars.

Even their most desperate curses have now been transformed into power that can be utilized by the altar.

Yu Ziqing watched from afar, his gaze somewhat hollow.

Clearly, it was a grand scene, one he couldn't possibly stop even with all his might, yet his heart was unmoved.

"Once it was at the last moment, sealed by Prefectural Governor Bai Shan.

In this process, you should have made a significant effort.

Now you do nothing with me observing here, will it allow their blood sacrifice to succeed?

If Bai Shan hadn't gone to seal it as well..."

Yu Ziqing asked Mo Huitou a question, and Mo Huitou looked at Yu Ziqing with some curiosity.

"His Majesty arrives here personally, which signifies the beginning of unsealing, starting to find a resolution to the disaster.

Thus changes will naturally occur, but these changes must conform to His Majesty's will.

Otherwise, the sealing would not be considered dispelled, and no matter the alteration, everything would return to the original starting point.