There is a group of white clouds in the sky, and a chime bell with a simple shape is stuck on the white clouds. The largest chime is three hundred feet high, and the smallest one is ten feet in size. Two Kuafu tribesmen, dressed in rich clothes and holding bell hammers made of fine gold, stood on the white clouds and gently struck the chimes. The melodious sound of the bells spread thousands of miles.
Surrounding the clouds where the chimes are, there is a circle of circular clouds, and dozens of python skin drums are suspended above them with a faint light. The drum head of each big drum is one hundred feet in diameter. More than a hundred Kuafu tribesmen stood beside the war drums, beating the war drums extremely slowly and powerfully, and the low drum sound also resounded through the sky.
There is a huge altar standing on the ground, thousands of feet high and twenty miles in radius.
A trench a hundred feet wide was dug around the altar, and raging flames burned in the trench. Countless shamans in black robes rushed back and forth, pouring dustpan after dustpan of spices. Purple-green incense smoke could be seen from the fire with the naked eye. It rushed out and turned into a dense cloud of incense that tightly wrapped the entire altar.
In the four directions of southeast, northwest and north, there is a long staircase across the fire-burning trench, directly to the top of the altar.
Emperor Shun was alone, wearing heavy armor, lined with a cloak embroidered with patterns of mountains, rivers, grain, sun and stars. He stood high on the edge of the altar, looking at the rising sun in the east.
Ji Hao and his party put on extremely formal and luxurious robes. Following the guidance of the great wizard of the witch temple who was responsible for the rituals, they lined up and walked quickly towards the altar from a distance. Countless men and women in gorgeous clothes from all directions looked solemn, slapping their hands in neat formation, and rushed towards the altar like a black tide. Their low footsteps shook the ground to a faint tremble.
High in the sky, thousands of golden dragons with wings on their backs flew by proudly. These dragons let out high-pitched dragon roars, shattering the remaining clouds in the sky, leaving only a clear blue sky.
Low and powerful scoldings sounded from all directions, and the great wizards of the Witch Palace pointed out the position where everyone should stand with lightning-like eyes. The crowd, which was as turbulent as the ocean tide, quickly calmed down. Everyone settled in their seats and looked up at Emperor Shun standing on the altar.
From such a distance, Ji Hao's sharp eyes saw at a glance the indescribable anxiety and fatigue hidden under Emperor Shun's solemn expression.
It seems that things are not going well.
The battle at Akasaka Mountain actually ended after Emperor Shakun Yama announced his withdrawal. But Ji Hao escorted so many prisoners along the way, took so long to return to Pusaka, and lived happily in Qiongxue Palace for so many days before Emperor Shun returned with a group of high-level human beings. It can be seen that in Akasaka Mountain, there must be Something unknown is going on.
Ji Hao and several companions were placed closest to the altar. Just a few feet away from Ji Hao, Si Wenming, Hua Xulie, Lieshan Kang and others stood with equally tense expressions.
A little further away, Ji Hao also saw Si Xi, Gao Tao and other human ministers.
What surprised Ji Hao was that the aura on Si Xi's body seemed to be loose, as if she was recovering from a serious illness. This puzzled Ji Hao. Si Xi did not participate in the battle at Akasaka Mountain. Who did he fight with to get injured like this
Si Xi is definitely a powerful person above the Witch Emperor, possessing the power of being able to regenerate even if he shed blood. With his strength, his aura will become so restless, which shows that the injury is extremely serious, and it is difficult for him to recover quickly even with the power of the Witch Emperor.
Could it be that there was an unknown conflict taking place in Kasaka
Ji Hao squinted his eyes and glanced at the several important officials of the human race around Si Xi. Gao Tao also seemed to be injured. Ji Hao didn't recognize the few people around Gao Tao, but their clothes were similar to Gao Tao's, and they were obviously also important officials of the human king. The auras of middle-aged men are also a little unstable.
Something really big is happening these days.
Ji Hao put his hands in his sleeves, held his breath, and stood there quietly, with his consciousness spread like a big net, overlooking the entire ceremony.
There were people coming from behind, and they were all wearing fancy clothes.
Basically, the group of people closest to the altar where Ji Hao was, were mostly dressed in yellow.
To the south of the altar, nearly 100,000 people were densely packed, mostly dressed in red.
To the north of the altar, there were also nearly 100,000 people, mostly dressed in black.
To the east of the altar, a large number of people were dressed in green. To the west of the altar, the standing crowd is dressed mainly in white.
The five directions and five colors are similar to the ancient traditions of the Middle Continent and the Four Wastelands. With so many uniformly dressed people standing together, an inexplicable solemn and sacred aura suddenly emerged, turning into a heavy pressure that made people breathless.
There was a loud "dong" sound, bells and drums rang on the clouds, and a fire shot straight into the sky. A group of blazing flames slowly flew out from the fire and gradually condensed into the figure of Zhu Rong. Zhu Rong, who was wearing a red robe and with a solemn expression, landed on the altar, holding a scroll made of dragon skin in both hands, bowed solemnly to the sky, and then sang a sacrificial song with a distant, simple and desolate melody.
Emperor Shun, who was wearing heavy armor, put his hands on his chest and solemnly saluted to the sky.
In all directions, hundreds of thousands of people who were qualified to participate in the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, envoys and high-level officials from various tribes in the Four Wildernesses, knelt down and worshiped on the ground like Emperor Shun, towering to the sky and worshiping the ground. Many of them were still mumbling something. What.
Ji Hao was silent and followed these people in a cursory manner and kept praying.
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven in Pusaka is much more complicated than the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, earth and ancestral spirits of Jinwu tribe. At least there are ten times more procedures in the ceremony. Ji Hao didn't have much interest in these things. In short, he just followed what others did, as stiff as a puppet on strings.
Zhu Rong was the great sacrificial wine, and even Emperor Shun acted according to his suggestions during the sacrificial ceremony.
After going through a complicated procedure, Zhu Rong opened the scroll in his hand and recited the heaven-sacrifice aloud.
First, Zhu Rong thanked the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth and the ancestral spirits of the human race for their protection, and then began to praise the magnificent martial arts achieved in Akasaka Mountain. Finally, he paid tribute to the human warriors who fell in the battle at Akasaka Mountain, and prayed that they could continue to protect them after they transformed into ghosts and gods. People of the human race.
Countless people participating in the sacrificial ceremony prayed in unison, and the loud voices carried a huge power straight into the sky. Ji Hao vaguely felt that there was some kind of indescribable mysterious existence suddenly appearing in the sky, which contained the magnificence of countless people's beliefs. The power was quietly absorbed by this mysterious existence.
The scroll in Zhu Rong's hand burned, and a wisp of green smoke shot straight into the sky. The mysterious being swallowed up the wisp of green smoke, and then the sky was filled with rays of light, illuminating the sky and the earth in Pusaka.
"Sacrifice!" Zhu Rong shouted loudly, and the bloodiest scene of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony began.
The carefully selected large animals were driven up one by one, and were stabbed to the ground cleanly by the wizard dressed in black and holding a stone knife.
Group after group of captured foreign warriors were dragged up. Amid their shrill cries, the heavily armed human warriors chopped them up, and all the hot blood spurted into the burning trench.
The dark wind was blowing around, and some hazy figures could be seen looming, enjoying the sacrificed animal souls, human souls, and the strong breath of essence and blood.
(End of chapter)