Respecting Heaven and Fazu is a celebration before entering the mountain.
Every sacrifice is hosted by the Yishi tribe, and all major tribes in the surrounding areas participate.
On the fusang tree, Lin Zixuan followed the guidance of his tribe and followed the steps and path to the God's Tomb Square.
The size of the square is unbelievable!
Except for the gathering crowd, everything you see is the sky, with no edges visible, and the surroundings seem to be bordered by the sky.
There are majestic Golden Crow statues standing in all directions, looking up to the sky and roaring at the sun. Each of them has a primitive and wild atmosphere, which is quite ferocious.
In the center of the square, the old man on the circular altar cut the necks of the tribute cattle and sheep and bled them. The blood poured into the incense on the table and floated with it.
It seems that the breath of candlelight melts into the wind, carrying scorching heat and rolling into the vast sky, making the sun in the sky look even stronger.
People from each tribe, led by their chiefs, danced primitive prayer dances, waiting for the mountain gate to open and for the blessing of the gods.
Lin Zixuan looked at La Tie and saw that he was full of confidence, repeating the same dance again and again. Occasionally he would look to the horizon, looking at the cotton-like clouds and the blue like sea water.
"Jiang Chen, the Alchemy Tribe is also here, but I didn't see Jinyun. Also, the Longshan Tribe and the Blood Moon Tribe are all here. Several large Northern Wilderness tribes are here. I feel that this time is unusual."
There was a deep meaning in Latie's eyes and he spoke in a low voice.
Lin Zixuan followed his gaze and saw the Longshan tribe dancing toward the sky in the flames. These figures danced domineeringly, with sonorous rhythms, as if in a battle, with a surging aura of murder.
The Blood Moon tribe is even more mysterious, with white robes and red crowns, beating drums and ringing bells, making strange sounds like ancient chants, as if they are pleasing God.
It wasn't just him whose expression changed, everyone was also talking about it, but no matter who it was, they could see the awe and fear in their bones.
Lin Zixuan also noticed the alchemy tribe. It was no accident that Jin Man was laughing happily surrounded by the tribe. He occasionally looked in the direction of the priests, with a flash of contempt in his eyes.
"That Nizi...isn't here."
After confirming, Lin Zixuan was slightly disappointed and stood there in silence. He suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart.
"Jiang Chen!" A majestic voice came from the front, like an order, unquestionable.
Lin Zixuan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then walked forward.
He was a tall, middle-aged man with animal bones and an unattractive appearance. There were several scars on his face, which were obviously caused by the bites of some ferocious beasts, making the man look extremely violent.
"When you enter the mountain this time, be careful. If you cause trouble, I won't save you."
His voice was cold, he didn't even look at Lin Zixuan, he just danced devoutly.
Lin Zixuan didn't say anything, just bowed respectfully, then turned and left.
Maya watched intently, her emotions fluctuating a bit, but they were quickly hidden. San Ling walked over coldly and passed by, seemingly not interested in it at all.
Lin Zixuan didn't pay attention to these glances. He was silent all the way until he came to La Tie's side, and then he showed a knowing smile.
La Tie patted Lin Zixuan on the shoulder and said comfortingly.
"Jiang Chen, don't be angry, the chief is here for everyone."
"I know."
Lin Zixuan nodded. He knew that the clan had objections to him because of Jinyun's incident, but he had no regrets.
This world already lacks warmth. He can get a love that is much better than others.
Time passed unknowingly, and bells began to ring in the square, which represented the end of the sacrifice to heaven.
At the same time, a figure came on the Golden Crow, wearing an imperial crown on its head, exuding shocking pressure in all directions, looking down upon the earth amid the spread of burning flames.
His appearance caused all the Yishi tribesmen to kneel down and worship him.
The old man on the altar, with even more fanaticism in his eyes at this moment, knelt on his knees, waved his arms and shouted.
"Meet the Chief!"
On the ground, each tribesman looked up to the sky. Although the chiefs looked a little hesitant, they still saluted respectfully.
After watching all this, the figure on the Golden Crow gently grabbed the sky.
With this grasp, the wind and clouds changed color, countless rhymes passed through the heaven and earth, and countless overlapping shadows gathered into a black vortex, constantly swallowing the light.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the sky was distorted. When it collapsed, the sun was pulled down from the sky as if it were real.
Where it disappeared, there was a depression thousands of feet deep under the void. The ravines continued to twist and spread, vaguely outlining part of the origin of the sacred mountain.
This scene shook the hearts of all living beings.
The sacred mountain has always been there, but it is not on the earth, but buried behind the sun.
The world was silent, and the tribesmen were deeply shaken. They began to lower their heads, and then knelt down one after another, with a sense of awe on their faces.
The moment they knelt down, the figure casually threw the sun to the Golden Crow. The Golden Crow's eyes suddenly burst out with divine light, opened its mouth wide, and suddenly swallowed it forward.
After a long time, the figure waved forward, and the sound of vicissitudes of life echoed around the world.
"The original door, open."
The moment this voice came out, the Golden Crow spit out the fire of the sun, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a sea of fire, drowning everything, and at the same time, it headed towards the illusory sacred mountain.
Suddenly the earth shook, and the collision between the sacred mountain and the sea of fire created a huge red whirlpool.
When the roaring sound was deafening, the extremely high mountain set off huge waves, covering the Fusang Sacred Tree, the primitive land, and the entire Northern Wilderness State.
More than sixty tribes were excited at this moment. They stepped on the fusang branches step by step, stepped onto the highest place, and stepped into the whirlpool hanging in the sky.
Most of the crowd in the Qianzhang area disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the priests were also starting to move. Latie followed the predecessors longingly, full of sacred meaning.
"Jiang Chen, do you think the Divine Art of Creation will appear this time?"
Lin Zixuan was stunned. In his memory, the ancient scroll recording the Wu Clan's first weapon refining method was buried in the sacred mountain, but it was just a legend.
Legends shine into reality. This kind of thing has rarely happened in ancient times.
Lin Zixuan didn't want to break other people's hopes, so he looked firmly and spoke calmly.
"Yes, as long as you are alive, anything is possible."
"Is it possible..." La Tie murmured in his heart. It was just a joke on his part, so why did it have a strong sense of reality.
He looked at Lin Zixuan doubtfully, hoping to get an answer.
Lin Zixuan also looked at him without saying a word. In the dispute over the sacred mountain, he did not seek extravagant gains, but only hoped for peace.
The wind was stronger at the moment, rolling up the corners of everyone's clothes, as if blowing away the perfection of ideals and bringing in the cruelty of reality.
…
The sacred mountain is bright.
The warm sun under the sky seems to be alive, giving people a kind of nascent enthusiasm and a kind of sacred purity.
Even for the chief, after bathing in the warmth of the light, his inherent hostility rarely subsided, but his majesty remained.
"The evil in the sacred mountain comes from the great demon, the aboriginal people, and the same clan. The clan leader asked me to protect you, but I hope you will experience life and death. Only in this way can you learn to live well."
The chief stared at the crowd with a cold look in his eyes, and his whole person showed a sense of solemnity.
"Of course, this doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. If there are people with ulterior motives..."
The chief's eyes gradually narrowed, a terrifying wave slowly spread across his body, and then he spoke coldly.
"If God doesn't kill you, I will."
After the chief finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared. Because he didn't want to be noticed, he stayed hidden all the way.
Seeing the chief leave, La Tie let out a long sigh of relief, then looked at Lin Zixuan with bright eyes.
"Jiang Chen, are you going to Black Wind Cliff? The meat there is extremely tender."
Lin Zixuan glanced at La Tie, dubious.
Seeing that he couldn't hide it from Lin Zixuan, La Tie smiled and looked like he was begging.
"My good brother, the feathers on its back can control fire. If I get it, my weapon refining level will definitely be improved to a higher level."
Lin Zixuan pondered, and seeing La Tie being extremely persistent, he nodded.
"Just kill one."
"No problem." La Tie cheered up and pulled Lin Zixuan to hurry over.
However, Sang Ling appeared in front of the two of them, glanced at Lin Zixuan coldly, and then looked at La Tie coldly.
"No one is allowed to leave the team without my order."
La Tie felt bitter in his heart when he heard this. He wanted to do it, but he didn't dare to go against Sang Ling's will. He could only look at Lin Zixuan many times, hoping to get help.
Lin Zixuan was silent. This matter was against principle and all he could do was to defend himself.
So after being silent for a while, he turned to look at San Ling.
"The chief has said that he hopes that every tribesman can hone himself. Latie has found a path to practice. You are not qualified to stop him."
San Ling's eyes narrowed.
And Lin Zixuan's voice is still echoing at this moment.
"We live in a world of cannibalism, and tens of thousands of creatures die every day."
"Lati wants to go to Black Wind Cliff, to gain experience, to kill demons, both for public and private purposes. There is nothing wrong with that."
"And he advances regardless of safety, not only for himself, but also for the tribe, to become stronger, and to find peace in this cruelty."
At this moment, the entire tribe roared completely, and nearly a hundred people all looked at San Ling in unison.
They want to know, is there anything wrong with practicing for the tribe?
San Ling frowned and his face darkened.
It was difficult for him to refute, so he didn't say much. People's hearts were focused on Lin Zixuan, and all he could do was obey.
Sang Ling stared at Lin Zixuan, and reluctantly spoke coldly.
"It's okay to go to Black Wind Cliff, but everyone has to go together. When the time comes, follow my arrangements."
The additional conditions in the compromise were his final stubbornness.
"That's for sure."
Lin Zixuan agreed that if someone accompanied him, their safety would be guaranteed.
La Tie's breathing was slightly rapid, and he looked at Lin Zixuan as if he were looking at a god. It took him a long time to regain his composure, and carefully leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Jiang Chen, have you given Brother San Ling some drug?"
Maya's eyes showed strange light, and like Adam, they had begun to recognize Lin Zixuan again.
The eyes of the priests flashed. They had no strength, let alone Lin Zixuan's courage. They could only follow the instructions and walked step by step towards Black Wind Cliff under the leadership of San Ling.
As for Black Wind Cliff, it is actually an abyss like a natural chasm.
Because of the dark sky and the cries of crows, which were almost indistinguishable, they mistakenly thought that even the wind blowing down the mountain was black, so they named it after its shape.
Of course, for the mountain people who have grown up on it all year round, they believe that the black wind is actually a curse.
It is a kind of resentment that lingers after death, cursing all offenders, trying to suck their blood and eat the disrespectful souls.
