Things seemed to have become easier.
As long as Qi Xiao was willing, how hard would it be to protect Zhu Biqiong?
The excitement in his heart only lasted for an instant before it was extinguished by Jiang Wang.
If things were so easy, Jiang Wuyou wouldn't have kept it a secret.
Just think about it, Qi Xiao was a Zhenren of the present age, the general guarding Jue Ming Island. Why would he personally go to the Tianya Stage and challenge the rules of the Sea Sacrifice for a disciple of the Fishing House whose cultivation was crippled?
Jiang Wang didn't have that kind of face. Even Jiang Wuyou was far from it.
Jiang Wuyou didn't mention it first. The only explanation was that she wasn't sure if Qi Xiao would come.
They had discussed it before. She wanted to go to Jue Ming Island to make some moves and let the generals close to her represent Jue Ming Island in this sea sacrifice ceremony. They could speak up for Zhu Biqiong at the crucial moment.
As for the commander of the Xia Corpse Army, Qi Xiao, this was not part of their plan at all.
Jiang Wuyou didn't see Jiang Wang in the crowd, so she couldn't contact him in private. But she sat on the main seat next to the Perfected Person calmly.
No matter how unexpected it was, things were still developing in a good direction.
Jiang Wang quickly made a deduction in his heart.
Qi Xiao, for some reason, decided to personally go to Tianya Stage. That reason was probably the same as Yang Feng in Mogg Valley. Right now, probably only people at their level would know.
And Jiang Wuyou took the opportunity to travel with Qi Xiao using her identity as the Huaying Palace Head. Without a doubt, this was a successful attempt to take advantage of the situation.
No matter what the people on Tianya Stage were thinking.
On the main seat, Venerable Chong Guang looked forward. His voice was calm, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, "Since Generals Yang and Qi have arrived, and the moon is high in the sky, then the sea sacrifice ceremony officially begins!"
A tall and skinny old man walked to the main seat and shouted, "Start the music!"
This person was the Sect Protecting Elder Hai Jingping that Jiang Wang knew. He was one of the four elders in charge of this sea sacrifice ceremony.
Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!
The heavy war drums thundered along with his summons.
Then came the bleak sound of a horn that echoed in the night sky.
One voice after another resounded throughout the entire Crescent Moon Island.
After nine consecutive blasts.
On the World's Edge Stage, on the entire Crescent Moon Island, countless people opened their mouths and sang.
Thousands of tiny voices came from all directions and gathered together, becoming grand, boundless, and shocking.
The song went on — —
"Vast clouds cover, vast and boundless return.
I am willing to carry the long tassel and fight the angry sea today.
What do I have to fear if my armor is broken?
Why would I cherish my life?
I have an iron body, dismantling the war drums one by one.
I have a chest full of hot blood, splashing it across the vast sky, how delightful!
The mother lost my clothes, the child lost my bosom.
Where did the soul go? Jade Shattering Spiritual Altar! "
This song was called "Return of the Soul". It was to call for the return of the heroic spirit, but it was sung from the perspective of a warrior.
Warriors bravely fought against the raging sea, unafraid of sacrifice. He wanted to tear apart iron bones, shed blood, and throw his entire life into the sea.
But did he really not have any attachment?
His mother had lost her child. She wanted to sew clothes for her child again, but she didn't know who to give them to.
His child had lost his father. He wanted his father's embrace, but he would never be able to get it again.
But, but.
But even so. There was no need to ask where "my" soul went.
"I" died here, completely awake, completely free, as noble and pure as jade, dying in the sea.
The pain of a person and a family was to avoid the grief of thousands of families.
What the ordinary citizens heard was that the head of the family was fighting against the unpredictable sea to make a living. In this song, transcendent being cultivators saw generations of transcendent being experts fighting in the sea and dying in the sea.
With their backs to the human race, they faced the sea.
Regardless of gender, age, cultivation, or identity. Jiang Wang saw that everyone around him was singing this song. Some were excited, and some had tears streaming down their faces.
Among the singing crowd, he couldn't help but be infected by a kind of power. They also opened their throats and sang along with the tune. He had never heard this song before, nor had he ever sung this song. However, it naturally flowed into it.
There was a vast power that existed in the bottom of everyone's hearts. It was the recognition of the identity of the "human race". It was a great expectation for the common fate of the human race.
At the end of the song, tears almost filled his eyes.
For thousands of years, generation after generation of transcendent being cultivators had fought in the sea, fought in the sea, and fought for the safety and survival of the human race.
Compared to this, those personal grudges, honor, and disgrace, those flies fighting for power and profit, all seemed so insignificant!
The Tianya Stage was silent for a moment. It seemed that all the transcendent being cultivators present had fallen into a temporary state of emotion.
The Fishing Sea Tower's guardian elder, Hai Jingping, spoke again, "The Sea Sacrificial Ceremony is a grand occasion for the sea people! Once a year, the sea will be calm! "
He was talking about the tradition of the Sea Sacrificial Ceremony.
Ordinary sea people might not know. They only knew that on the day of the Sea Sacrificial Ceremony, the sea was usually calm. But the transcendent being cultivators present more or less knew a little.
Every year on the day of the Sea Sacrificial Ceremony, the experts of the human race would clean up the sea.
In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirits, on this day, in the bewildering world, no member of the sea race was allowed to appear within forty-four miles of the human race's border. No matter what kind of sea race they were, no matter how strong they were, as long as they were within forty-four miles of the human race's border on this day, they would be crazily hunted down.
This rule was called "Calm the Sea and Calm".
Of course, the sea race would not agree with any decision of the human race. But as blood flowed year after year, they had already recognized this "tradition".
Although they had never officially recognized it, on the fourth of April every year, the sea race would be unusually calm.
This day was also a rare day of peace in the bewildering world that had been fighting for years.
But all the transcendent cultivators should know that the sea was not originally calm like this.
Hai Jingping stood in front of the main seat, facing the guests.
He said loudly, "In order to welcome the return of the heroic spirits, we must first clean up the mess."
"The heroic spirits' journey across the sea must be sacrificed with the lives of traitors!"
Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat. He knew that the important moment had come. He could only wait with bated breath.
Hai Jingping continued, "In this sea sacrifice, forty-five people who have committed unpardonable crimes can be used as blood sacrifices!"
His gaze became sharp as he swept his gaze left and right, as if warning those treacherous villains with evil hearts. He said, "Today's peaceful days were won by countless martyrs who fought for it with their blood. These people are ungrateful, disrespectful, disloyal, and unfit to be human! They should be punished to appease the heroic spirits! "
He waved his hand. "Pass on the sacrificial items!"
Dong dong! Dong dong!
The war drums sounded again.
In the middle of the Tianya Stage, a stone slab slowly slid open, revealing a square hole and a long stone staircase below the hole.
Da! Da! Da! Da!
The sound of people walking up the stairs could be heard.
Tall soldiers wearing black armor formed groups of two, carrying shackled prisoners. Step by step, they walked up the stone staircase to the Tianya Stage.
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(Author's Note: I won't pretend anymore. This' Return of the Soul 'tribute was not written casually. I pondered for a long time. Emmm … …
Also, I believe that everyone has noticed that I spent a lot of money to hire someone to design a new cover. Do you like it?)
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