Brandon used his claws to pry up the stone slab, and suddenly a step leading down was revealed. The entrance of the cave looked very deep and dark. It seemed large enough for Brandon to walk down, but when he reached the entrance, he hesitated. I don't know if I should go inside.

Cold air was coming from the entrance of the cave, which made Brandon very uncomfortable. He hesitated again and again, and finally defeated his reason. The golden light shone again in his draconic eyes.

The brave ones will be overwhelmed and the timid ones will be starved to death. If you see the treasure and don't go in to take a look, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

He finally plucked up the courage and walked underground. The underground steps seemed very steep, but they were not dark.

After walking down for more than ten metres, he found a row of huge oil lamps lit inside. I don’t know what kind of oil it is that can burn for so long. He looked at the ashes accumulated on the ground that were several inches thick. They must have been there for thousands of years.

The oil lamp looked very dim, flickering in and out, as if the oil lamp had breathing power. Brandon walked forward cautiously. He found that he was going deeper and deeper, as if he was about to reach the ground. The space was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold atmosphere seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

After walking for nearly half an hour, Brandon finally came to a huge hall. He seemed to have reached the end, because there was no road ahead, and the surrounding hall was lit by two rows of huge oil lamps. But the entire hall seemed very dim, and a cold atmosphere filled the hall.

Brandon found something like an altar in front of him, and that aura was coming from here. The altar was black and purple in colour and was engraved with mysterious patterns, like ghostly symbols seen in previous lives. These symbols were not fixed and moved from time to time.

Brandon looked at them several times. I don’t know what kind of material this altar is made of. It exuded a faint cold light. A few drops of liquid dripped from the ceiling of the hall from time to time, as if it had been absorbed by the altar, because there was no trace of moisture under the altar.

Is there a water leak here? Brandon couldn't help but look towards the top of the hall. He couldn't help being startled.

There was a monster's head above him, but he immediately felt relieved. Because this head seemed to be a statue. This monster's head was full of ferocious features and intertwined canine teeth, and was lifelike.

At first glance, it looked just like the real thing. And the liquid dripped from the monster's mouth, it seemed to be red. Could it be blood? Brandon was anxious by these thoughts.

He couldn't help but think of the fine sand road stained red with blood when he came yesterday, and then compared it with the scene in front of him, and he came to a surprising conclusion. Could it be that the blood on the fine sand road eventually flows here? He was shocked. This... What on earth is this used for?

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He suddenly recalled what the old cannibal wizard said that day. "Dear God, we will definitely prepare the most abundant blood sacrifice!"

Blood sacrifice! Is this a blood sacrifice?

He looked at the altar again, but this time his eyes changed, and there was a slight fear in his eyes. If he had looked at the altar with curiosity and caution before, now he was looking at it with awe. It represented not only itself, but also the God behind it. If he had doubts about their devotion yesterday, he now firmly believed that those fanatics were really crazy for their God. Anyone who would see this weird thing would believe it.

Although this God may be weak in strength, he was still a God. He could crush hundreds of young dragons with strength like Brandon without using any divine power.

Of course, this did not mean that Brandon had now begun to believe in God. He was just in awe of the strong and fearful of the strength of God. When one had not yet seen the power of God, this kind of awe would always exist.

He looked at the altar and didn't know what to do. If he were asked to quit now, he would definitely be a little unwilling. He couldn't help but feel curious. He slowly released his inner will and looked towards the altar.

He found that the altar seemed to be a void. Although the altar was close to his eyes, he could not find the real thing. It felt like a void inside. At this time, a gush of cold qi appeared instantly, and it wrapped around Brandon's inner will as quickly as lightning, and invaded it.

By the time he reacted, it was already too late. This breath quickly invaded Brandon's brain and rushed towards his soul. Suddenly, he felt that his eyes were blood red and his heart was filled with anger. Then he felt a sharp pain in his head.

A large number of messy memories flashed quickly in his mind. The last picture in the memory was of several gods whose faces he couldn't see clearly. Then came endless darkness.

It seemed like a long time had passed before Brandon woke up from the illusion of memory, his eyes filled with confusion. There seemed to be a majestic voice calling in his head, "Who are you?"

Brandon felt that his memory was very messy, with his own memories popping up from time to time. The voice in his head kept whispering in his ears, "Who are you..." This made Brandon extremely annoyed.

He suddenly felt very irritable, and the images with his memories in his mind kept rolling around, like a pot of porridge being stirred up. The voice in his head asked over and over again, as if it would never give up until the question was answered, "Who are you?"

He suddenly seemed to understand something and shouted loudly: "I am Brandon!" The memory belonging to Brandon quickly took over, and his eyes began to regain clarity, and the original crazy look suddenly disappeared.

He sat calmly on the ground. He did not dare to stand up, but closed his eyes again and sorted out the messy memories in his mind.

This is messy. Brandon gave it a cursory look. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Only now did he understand how lucky he was. This is the remnant soul of a God.

In the war of the Gods, this one was defeated. On the brink of his death, only a trace of his remnant soul escaped to this altar to survive.

As the years went by, there were fewer and fewer believers. The soul fragment’s existence began to blur, and then disappeared, only leaving some instincts. If it hadn't been able to absorb a little blood sacrifice, it would have disappeared long ago.

When he discovered Brandon's mental power, he instinctively wanted to occupy Brandon's body, but a soul without consciousness was like an ownerless memory bank that could not be occupied at all. In the end, it faded with only a collection of memories left behind in Brandon's mind.