She stood in the Divine Hall of Light, looking down at the front yard of Peach Mountain with her hands clasped behind her back. She did not find it funny, only a little ridiculous, to see Chen Pipi making a scene and acting shamelessly.
She remembered who Chen Pipi was. She had seen him many times in Chang 'an and had even cooked noodles for him. He had the purest blood of Taoism. Even though he had lived in a disrespectful place like the Academy for many years, deep in his heart, he still had faith in himself. Naturally, he also had doubts.
The teachers and students of the Revelation Institute stood by the forest in the front yard of Peach Mountain, along with dozens of inconspicuous servants. Ning Que stood in the crowd, watching the farce at the altar. He could not help but feel anxious.
That night, Ye Hongyu let him out of the Divine Hall of Judgment, which meant that there was a possibility. Coupled with her relationship with Ye Su, she should at least remain neutral today. However, she was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. How could she tolerate being accused in front of tens of thousands of people that he had seen her naked when she was young?
There were many others who were as worried as Ning Que, including the head and deputy head of the Revelation Institute who presided over the Rite to Light. Everyone in the Divine Hall knew how terrifying the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was. What if she was really angered by Chen Pipi and killed him before the Rite to Light?
The head of the Revelation Institute did not dare to look at the Sacred Sedan of Judgment. He ordered the West-Hill Divine Guards to put Chen Pipi on the altar. With the approval of the Hierarch, the Rite to Light began as soon as possible.
During the sacrificial ceremony, the Divine Hall did not announce Chen Pipi's crimes. Instead, it started right away. The head of the Revelation Institute held a silk scroll made of gold and read the Chapter of Worship to Heaven from the West-Hill's scriptures. This chapter mainly talked about the great merits Haotian had bestowed upon the human world. It had always been considered the most important of the three sacred chapters.
The Chapter to Heaven from the Scripture was the official Rite to Light.
The head of the Revelation Institute calmly and sincerely read the Rite to Light. Every time he read a sentence, the teachers and students of the Revelation Institute would repeat it in perfect harmony.
No one knew if there was a priest directing them or if they just did it on their own, but the tens of thousands of followers also began to repeat the Rite to Light like the teachers and students of the Revelation Institute.
The chanting grew louder and more orderly, like the waves on the sea, each higher than the last, yet perfectly spaced between the waves. Gradually, it resounded throughout the Peach Mountain, as if it wanted to be heard by the high sky.
Chen Pipi sat on the white stone altar and picked up the bowl of water he had placed on the ground. He regretted that he had failed to provoke Ye Hongyu into killing him. He wanted to drink some water to soothe his throat. Suddenly, he heard waves of chanting coming from all around Peach Mountain. His right hand, which was holding the bowl, froze.
He was born in Haotian Taoism and had memorized the West-Hill scriptures since his childhood. He knew that the Eulogy to Heaven was very long. The people of the Divine Hall had just finished reading the first two paragraphs, which were full of believers' awe and love for Haotian. The next paragraph would describe Haotian's merits to the human world.
His body froze. It was not because he subconsciously wanted to finish reciting the Eulogy with the tens of thousands of followers, but because he sensed an indescribable pressure from the wave-like chanting. This pressure was absolutely pure power, absolutely high state, and did not belong to the human world at all.
This pressure did not come from the pious chanting of tens of thousands of followers. It was summoned from the sky by the followers' chanting. In other words, this pressure came from the sky.
Chen Pipi looked up at the sky and saw that the autumn sun had become even more dazzling. Countless rays of light fell on the white stone altar and fell on him. The light contained absolute pure power and absolute high state. This was the pressure he felt.
The pressure seemed to be pressing him into the white stone altar. He was sitting on the altar, and at this moment, he even felt that his buttocks were connected to the slightly hot white stone.
His face turned pale and he frowned. The bowl in his hand was smashed into powder under the light, and the water in the bowl splashed all over him.
Facing the pressure from the sky, humans would subconsciously surrender or hide. Chen Pipi did not want to surrender. He wanted to hide, but he found that he could no longer move. It was so difficult to even maintain the posture of looking up at the sky. His neck was so sore that it was unbearable.
He felt that the seal on the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow in his body suddenly loosened, but he was not happy. This was not a sign of recovery, but the beginning of the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow melting.
His Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was sealed, but he was still optimistic because he had seen how Ning Que embarked on the path of cultivation. Since Ning Que could do it, why couldn't he, a peerless genius? He firmly believed that he could rebuild the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow. It was not until this moment that he realized that under Haotian, all his thoughts were delusional.
Chen Pipi maintained the posture of looking up at the sky, watching the autumn sky become brighter and brighter, and watching the light falling on him become denser. Although he did not know what the last part of the Rite to Light was, he had a vague intuition that he would eventually melt in the sky and bid farewell to the world.
Ning Que had been watching from the crowd. His gaze passed over the shoulders of the handymen and fell on the white stone altar. His black eyes reflected the holy light and kept changing. He was very familiar with the Haotian Divine Flame. He knew that when the eulogy ended, the thousands of rays of light that fell on the white stone altar would turn into the purest Haotian Divine Flame, which was what the believers called the Holy Fire. Chen Pipi would then become a wisp of green smoke in the Divine Flame.
Ever since he saw the scene in the stone window between the cliffs, he had been thinking about how to save Chen Pipi. He could not watch that guy burn to death, but he could not think of a good way. He had to wait for the change that Third Sister had mentioned. However, Chen Pipi was about to die now, and the change had not appeared. He could not wait any longer, so he took a deep breath and prepared to act.
Breathing made a sound, especially for a master of the Diabolism like Ning Que. The breath he took before he exerted all his strength was like the autumn wind whistling through the forest.
The handymen in front of him and Priest Moli, the Deputy Headmaster of the Revelation Institute, vaguely heard something. But before they could react, another sound attracted their attention.
Ning Que also heard that sound, so he hid his breath as fast as he could and slightly bent his back, turning back into the inconspicuous manservant in the crowd.
The sound came from the periphery of the front yard of Peach Mountain. Someone was also chanting the Ode to Heaven. The content was almost the same as what the West-Hill Divine Palace priests and tens of thousands of believers were chanting. Even the intonation was the same. There were only some minor differences in some paragraphs.
However, it was these minor differences that made the sound of the eulogy very harsh. It was like a perfect and harmonious piece of music suddenly rang out with a crisp knock on bamboo.
The voice continued chanting calmly. As it got closer and closer to Peach Mountain, the rhythm of the pious chanting of tens of thousands of believers was suddenly disrupted. The believers kneeling on the ground looked back in astonishment.
The solemn chanting became much softer. Only the teachers and students of the Revelation Institute and the Divine Priests were still persisting, fighting against the chanting coming from the foot of Peach Mountain.
A group of people came from the foot of Peach Mountain. Some were young, some were old, some were young, some were male, and some were female. They wore bamboo hats and had dark skin. They looked like fishermen by the sea, but they were dressed in noble red robes.
The dozen or so red-robed priests who looked like fishermen walked slowly in a uniform rhythm. If one looked from the front, he could only see the old man at the front.
The unique chanting came from these people. There were a dozen of them, but only one voice. Compared to the chanting of the Divine Halls, this was the perfect harmony.
The dozen or so people came to the front yard of Peach Mountain. A clear light appeared and the first array of Peach Mountain was revealed. However, the old man did not stop. He kept walking, his face expressionless. Even the chanting did not stop. The words of the Worship to Heaven kept ringing out.
The clear light gradually appeared and then faded away without showing any power. The priests in red who looked like fishermen walked onto the front yard of Peach Mountain. The dozens of Papal Cavalrymen and the Divine Guards of West-Hill who had followed them here did not know what to do when they saw this scene.
The red robes they were wearing were real. They could not be forged from the Divine Halls. More importantly, even the Clear Light Array of the Peach Mountain had recognized their identity. Only the priests who were truly devoted to Haotian and had the blood of Haotian Taoism could pass through the Clear Light Array so easily.
The tens of thousands of believers on the front yard of Peach Mountain stood up and spread out like a tide. They made a path for the dozen or so people. These people still walked straight toward Peach Mountain. They looked devout and determined. They all worshipped Haotian, but they did not follow the same path as the Divine Halls.
The Headmaster of the Revelation Institute looked at the dozen or so people walking slowly toward them. His face turned pale. These people had suppressed the chanting of tens of thousands of believers and countless priests with just one voice. Naturally, it was not because of their cultivation, but because of their understanding of the Eulogy. Therefore, these people had a better understanding of the West-Hill Scriptures than he did. Even the Hierarch's understanding of the Scriptures was not as profound as theirs. However, he had studied the Scriptures all his life and was very familiar with the changes of the Worship to Heaven Chapter. Why had he never heard of the original words of the Worship to Heaven Chapter like this? Who were these people? Why were they so familiar with the Scriptures?
The guests who had come to participate in the Rite to Light were also very surprised. They looked at these strange people, looked at their red divine robes, and guessed where they had come from and why they had come.
Qi Nian was the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect. He had seen many old secrets of the cultivation world in the Xuankong Temple. Looking at these red-robed priests who looked like fishermen, he frowned and thought of a possibility.
"Does the Great Divine Priest of South Sea have a successor?"
These people walked slowly to the white stone altar and lined up in a straight line. Facing Chen Pipi on the altar, they continued to calmly and devoutly chant the Worship to Heaven Chapter.
The chanting from the Divine Halls of West-Hill gradually died down until it could not be heard anymore. The tens of thousands of rays of light that fell on the white stone altar changed from coercion to pity, and then to love.
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