Chief Zhan Tai's words finally helped the people below to overcome the most difficult hurdle in their hearts. At least, they no longer had to live in fear all day long.
There were not many words, and then the family's ancient sacrifice began. The crowd sang and danced, stepped into the void wearing strange masks, and knelt respectfully in front of the altar.
The distant singing, with a sense of ancient desolation, the sedimentation after the passage of time, is the most direct culture. The evolution from the Middle Ages to modern times all took place in this clan sacrifice.
Feng Qingyang was quite absent-minded, his gaze lingering on the crowd dancing in the air. It seemed dull, but in fact it was full of wisdom.
Zhan Taiyou was also in the crowd. Although she was dancing with a mask on, Feng Qingyang could find her in the crowd at a glance because of her figure and unique dancing posture.
Every family has different sacrifices. According to inheritance and totems, some families do not have family sacrifices. But for an ancient family like the Zhan Tai family, it is completely different.
They adhere to the rules handed down by their ancient ancestors, and their meticulous persistence, pure faith, and boundless piety bring the entire family together.
Although there are intrigues and power struggles, when facing a powerful enemy, they will also show a kind of cohesion to face the enemy in a united manner. Just before, Feng Qingyang looked down on the Zhan Tai family.
He was extremely disappointed because of the power struggle between Zhan Taiyu and Zhan Taiwang, but now looking at the dancing figures in the void and the ancient songs coming from all directions, he understood that some things cannot be erased by time.
This is a kind of soul, and even more so a kind of essence. He suddenly saw a hint of something that was particularly familiar to him. Although he didn't want to admit it, it really existed.
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One day later, the Zhantai clan sacrifice ended, and Feng Qingyang received news that they would be able to enter the Zhantai clan's small world in half a month. Their duties as guest officials, in addition to guarding the entrance from being attacked by others, were to protect the world crystal from falling into the hands of others. This was a task, but also a mission.
He was bored and was happy to accept the tasks during the past six months. Not long after, he received another mission from the core circle of Zhan Tai, saying that a void crack was found in the southeast of the Western Holy City.
This crack is not the collapse of a small world, but rather an extension. In other words, as long as the crack continues to grow until it stabilizes, it will turn into a new world.
The small world is the foundation of the family's existence, so they attach great importance to it. A few days ago, they sent countless powerful people from the family to explore it, but none of them escaped and all died there.
The death of the great man was like adding insult to injury for the Zhan Tai family at that time. As a last resort, after some discussion among the top leaders, they finally decided to dispatch a guest official from the family to go there.
This mission can be described as a mission given in a time of crisis. The Zhan Tai family offered extremely generous conditions. If they succeed in occupying it, they would reward each person with a pseudo-supreme Taoist weapon.
There will always be brave men when there is a big reward. As the news spread, countless guest officials went crazy and were eager to try, even forgetting the crisis there.
Among these people, only Feng Qingyang understood that it would not be that simple, but seeing that group of people were going crazy just for a pseudo-supreme Taoist weapon.
He suddenly felt a little lucky. If they knew that he had so many supreme instruments, how would they feel? He would probably become the target of public criticism.
In addition to the supreme Taoist weapon Du'e Tower, he also has the Blood Dance Demon Sword and the Xuanhuang Sword. To be precise, the Blood Dance Demon Sword can only be regarded as a pseudo-supreme Taoist weapon and does not have the real pressure of a supreme Taoist weapon.
After realizing this, he immediately made a decision in his heart. Once he faced the enemy, the Du'e Tower must be hidden, and he could only use the Blood Dance Demon Sword.
Among the cultivators in the demon clan's area, those who are able to refine weapons are extremely rare, so their pursuit of magic weapons is almost fanatical.
This is also the reason why the demon race would go to the human race to plunder. In addition to family feuds, the more important reason is that they want to obtain a treasure that can suppress their luck.
Although the Zhan Tai family was born in the westernmost holy city in the demon clan's territory, they can actually only be considered half demons. Their ancestor, Xuan Luo, was originally a human, but his descendants kept combining with the top figures of the demon clan, thus giving birth to human-monsters.
But in general, they still have more human blood and less demon blood. Otherwise, their tribal sacrifices would never be so formal and ancient. This kind of sacrificial song can only be possessed by the culture inherited from the human race.
Three days later, a team of guest officials led by Zhan Taiyu set out immediately. There were a total of ten people on the trip, all of whom were in the middle stage of Demon King cultivation. Among these people, only Feng Qingyang's realm seemed the weakest, only at the peak of the Entry Dao realm. In fact, this was just something he deliberately revealed after hiding.
None of these people knew that he was a zombie, and he was happy about it. It was a rare opportunity for him to be treated as a human being, and he could take this opportunity to understand his inner self and cleanse his confused soul.
After a brief rest, everyone boarded the teleportation array and headed southeast in a mighty procession. They all had a nervous look on their faces. Although there was the temptation of the pseudo-supreme Taoist weapon, they were not fools and naturally knew some of the dangers.
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The Western Holy City is a huge city that gathers countless races, but the demon race occupies the vast majority. There is also a branch of Duobao Pavilion here, but Feng Qingyang has never gone in.
He has the token of Duobao Pavilion on him. If he has time, he will definitely go there. This mysterious force that has been passed down for countless years does not show its true colors, but it is actually the most terrifying existence.
He clearly remembered the origin of Duobao Pavilion. The laws of nature are unpredictable, and the changes in heaven and earth cannot erase it. It still stands tall in the world, unchanged even if the sky collapses and unshakable even if the earth sinks.
In the southeast, there are countless mountains, stretching for thousands of miles, with no end in sight. Strange fog and smog are everywhere, completely covering the sky, making it impossible to see its true appearance.
"The layout of this place..." Feng Qingyang stood in the void. He had always been at the back of the entire team. One reason was that he didn't want to attract attention, and the other was that he didn't want to be too high-profile.
He knew his identity. These nine people were originally somewhat dissatisfied with him. If he were to become high-profile, he would probably be squeezed out immediately, which was obviously something he did not want.
Therefore, over the past few days, he has been extremely humble and soon gained the recognition of these nine people. His original dissatisfaction also disappeared completely. After all, it was because of his attitude.
He looked at the mountains below. The rolling hills looked like sleeping dragons, and the mist in the sky seemed like a natural defense system.