That altar was on the right side of the Chongzhen Hall. Outside the high cliff, there was a huge rock protruding out of the cliff, reaching out to a distance of four hundred feet.
As for the altar, it was built on top of that boulder. It was also the true highest point of this Gantian Peak, the so-called land that connected the heavens.
Zong Shou scoffed, just as he was about to order people to search on the stone platform. However, just as he opened his mouth, he stopped.
If he didn't personally enter and use himself as bait, how could he make these people take the risk to attack? The legendary illusionary heart mirror was really mysterious. If he sent people to search, he would only scare them away.
Although he didn't care about that Zong Shi, he wasn't big or small and was a problem. To be able to pull out the roots would save him a lot of trouble.
He smiled slightly, waiting for the tens of priests to do a routine check and clean up on the platform to get rid of those sneaky and evil beings. He walked forwards, holding the scriptures that he had written long ago. Under the gazes of everyone, he followed an old priest who was roughly 60 years old and dressed in the most noble clothing up the platform.
This priest was said to be Zong Weiran's old subject, called Zong Ling. He came from the side branch of the Zong family. Since Gantian Mountain was built, he had been in charge of all the sacrificial matters in the city. No matter who it was, as long as they made him unhappy, he would scold them no matter where they were, no matter their identity.
This was why Zong Shou didn't dare to be disrespectful, following closely behind.
Behind him, Zong Gang, Hu Zhongyuan and the others all followed closely. However, when they reached the last 9 steps, they stopped.
Zong Yuan hesitated slightly, a worried expression appearing on his face. After thinking for a moment, he kept silent, not bothering about the murderous gazes below. He actually stepped forwards, following the old priest and Zong Shou up the altar.
In the blink of an eye, they crossed 200 feet. Zong Shou stood in the middle of the stone platform. There was an incense table placed there.
First, they burned incense and bowed 3 times before reading out the scriptures. Zong Shou opened the scroll and took a look. His lips curled, the corner of his eyes twitching.
He didn't know who wrote this, but it was voluminous and had close to twenty thousand words. His words and articles were magnificent, and he was able to match them perfectly. It was extremely neat. However, he didn't know how long it would take to read it.
Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, he tossed it aside. Following which he bowed towards the sky, "Heavens above, Gantian Mountain Prince Zong Shou, today I take over the Gantian Mountain City Lord position. Heavens, please protect my Gantian Mountain! Zong Shou is not talented, but he must make sure that our various cities are prosperous and safe, that the people under my command all have a place to live. I can drink wine and eat meat every day … "
The people below were dissatisfied at first, but when they heard these words, they all raised their eyebrows and shouted, "Good!" in unison.
The Demon Race did not have many rules to begin with, and they were even more annoyed by the complicated essays written by the literati.
On the contrary, although Zong Shou's simple prayer was a little crude, it was more to their liking.
Only the priest in charge of the ceremony was so furious that his eyeballs were about to pop out as he stared viciously at Zong Shou.
Luckily, he knew that the time wasn't right and it wasn't good to interrupt. He kept silent and didn't say anything, only staring furiously.
Zong Shou didn't care, his expression was solemn and solemn. Although the words he spat out were a little crude, they were really sincere.
Everything had a spirit. Although there wasn't a god in this world, one couldn't disrespect it.
"… I want the various races to prosper, I want my mountain city to prosper. May the heavens protect me and let my Gantian Mountain have good weather and a bountiful harvest. All my people can reproduce and give birth to a few fat sons … "
There were cheers below. Good weather and a bountiful harvest was okay. Anyways, they didn't rely on that to eat, and most of them relied on hunting beasts to survive.
However, the matter of inheriting the bloodline was what all of them wished for. The Demon Race were all really strong, and even kids had decent martial arts. However, their reproduction rate was far lower than that of the human race. In the wars over the years, there were many casualties. This could be said to be the heart of everyone in Gantian Mountain.
The white hair on the Great Priest's beard was almost standing on end. It was too crude, too crude. How could it enter the ears of the heavens?
However, he also closed his eyes, his expression serious as he sincerely prayed in his heart.
After the ceremony was the offering of wine. Just as Zong Shou picked up the wine cup, he heard a cold laugh ring out clearly by his ear, "What a waste, your heaven worshipping words are not bad, it suits my taste. What a waste, the heavens today can't protect you! "
Zong Shou's brows instinctively rose up, thinking to himself that it finally came. Just now, he thought that these people had totally given up. That old priest was a Return to Sun realm spirit master, and at this moment he also heard the voice.
Instantly, his eyes were filled with annoyance as he swept around, "Who dares to act mysterious in front of my Zong Ling? You dare to spoil my Gantian Mountain City heaven offering ceremony, how bold! "
At the tip of his finger was a fiery red talisman as he tossed it towards where the voice came from. Instantly, red flames spat out, spreading tens of feet around.
However, before it was able to explode, a white jade-like finger pierced through the air and pointed at the center of the flames. It was actually endless ice cold power which extinguished the red flames and spread all around. Tens of feet of land nearby were covered in a layer of frost.
As for the ground below the finger, it was frozen solid.
Icy mist filled the air, and two figures appeared behind him. One of them was Zong Shi, the other was the owner of the finger.
He also had a jade-like face, around 20 years old, so handsome that it was close to being devilish. He held a shiny bronze mirror in his hand, which emitted an illusory power that could captivate one's mind.
After he appeared, he smiled towards Zong Shou, "8 tail Xue family Xue Moyan greets the prince!" His expression was gentle, his smile extremely bright.
When the people below the stage heard the voice, they felt that the situation wasn't right.
At this moment, they saw Zong Shi and Zong Moyan appear. Instantly, there was an uproar. The faces of Hu Qianqiu and the others changed, roaring as they charged up the stage.
Zong Gang was the closest, just one step and he crossed the 9 steps. However, before he could reach the altar, he heard a hearty laugh. "Get back! It isn't so easy to come up! "
It was actually an 8 feet large halberd which slashed down from above. Zong Gang's expression changed, the mo knife in his hand also raised up. However, he didn't bother about himself as he slashed out.
He only wanted to be able to quickly reach Zong Shou's side. Even if he had to die with the enemy, he didn't fear anything!
The owner of the voice laughed, the halberd shadow changing as it clashed head-on with the mo knife.
Zong Gang's chest instantly felt stuffy and he wanted to vomit, only feeling an unblockable giant strength striking over. His body couldn't help but fall off the stage.
Raising his head and looking up, he saw that it was Lihu Jichang. It was a pair of sneering eyes looking down. His body was also forced back by the recoil, but his face was filled with glee.
Hu Zhongyuan and Li Luo were also blocked by the 2 Xuanwu ancestors on the platform and were unable to get up.
When Hu Qianqiu rushed over, he saw a person jump 50 feet up on the altar.
Many willow leaf-sized flying swords suddenly spread out on the platform. A total of 48 of them were like a storm as they spun and slashed.
"Wuye? Daoming Sect, flying leaf sword formation, you are actually a direct disciple of Daoming Sect! "
Hu Qianqiu suddenly raised his head and looked at the person in the air. Only to see a green shirt Taoist smiling as he looked down, slightly nodding his head like he was admitting his identity.
Hu Qianqiu was instantly furious, slashing out with the tiger king knife, energy surging. The numerous flying swords in front of him were all swept aside. Just as he was about to charge in, he saw a Xuanwu ancestor holding a 20-foot spear stabbing over.
The spear was sharp like a crazy tiger. Hu Qianqiu laughed coldly, just as he was about to kill the person in front of him with one knife.
Beside him, there were a few sword shadows that attacked from the side. Hu Qianqiu was helpless as he blocked the long spear. He had no choice but to retreat a few steps back, unable to get close.
It was the same for the people in the vicinity. They were either forced back or temporarily trapped by the sword formation.
The 48 flying leaf sword formation along with Lihu Jichang and a few Xuanwu ancestors were like an indestructible dam, blocking the many Gantian Mountain experts outside.
At this moment, on the high platform, Zong Ling's face was green. He released several protector beasts around him, but he didn't dare to move at all.
Behind him were 2 Return to Sun spirit masters, an extremely dark and dark aura covered over.
Zong Yuan's spear was pointed forward, lightning gathering around him. It was like he was protecting both Zong Shou and Zong Ling behind him.
Although there were still strong enemies, Zong Yuan's expression was calm. Zong Shou's expression didn't change, looking closely at Xue Moyan's mirror, "This is your Xue family illusionary heart mirror? It is really amazing. I heard that this item is the remnant of a magical treasure? "
When Xue Moyan heard that, he was shocked. He couldn't take Zong Shou's greedy burning gaze, keeping the mirror in his hand, "It is this mirror! Who knew that the prince could recognize this item … "In his heart, he didn't understand. At this moment, Zong Shou's expression was too calm, which was really weird.
Zong Ling was enlightened. It was actually this treasure. No wonder when he used spells to clean up the altar, he didn't sense anything.
Following which, he was also surprised that his Prince was still so calm and composed at this moment. Just this calmness was no weaker than Zong Weiran.
Zong Shi didn't care about all this, taking several steps forwards and looking coldly at Zong Shou, "Being kowtowed to and worshipped by people, blood oath and offering to the heavens, does the prince feel delighted? Do you think that I, Zong Shi? Are you sure you have lost? "
Zong Shou's expression turned towards Zong Shi with a smile that didn't look like a smile. Little Gold on his arm had already silently flowed into the sheath of the nine qilin sword under the cover of his sleeves, merging with the sword body.
The one origin sword that merged with the emperor path energy was also injected into the nine qilin sword.
He looked around with the corner of his eyes.
… Along with Wuye and Xue Moyan who were dual cultivators, a total of 5 return to sun spirit masters and 7 Xuanwu ancestors!
If this formation was anywhere, it was enough to take his life.
However, this place, this Gantian Mountain, was Zong Shou's home ground …
Merging the strength of a country, how could he be easily bullied? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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