Chapter 1240
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"I've heard a little about it," Ye Qingtang said softly as she carefully walked past the Tower of the Dead.
"The Holy Lord of Shadows was once the most powerful figure in the Central Mainland. She led the Undead Clan and made all the other clans bow their heads to her. Miss Ye … if you want the Undead Clan in the Temple of Shadows to believe that you are the Holy Lord, you have to learn from the Holy Lord of Shadows' aura and behavior. The Holy Lord of Shadows is not someone as easy to talk to as Miss Ye."
"I'm on the Tower of the Dead now. What should I do?" Ye Qingtang vaguely understood what Ling Yan meant, but the current situation was not like that.
"The Tower of the Dead is the Holy Tower of the Temple of Shadows. Tens of thousands of souls are gathered there. Every once in a while, the Holy Lord of Shadows needs to release those distorted souls to pray for the entire Undead Clan. Miss Ye only needs to walk to the top of the tower and chant the Undead Clan's incantation on the altar," Ling Yan said.
"What incantation?" Ye Qingtang grew increasingly worried as she approached the top of the tower.
Ling Yan was silent for a moment before chanting a string of obscure Undead Clan incantations.
Ye Qingtang had never come into contact with these Undead Clan incantations. Even though Ling Yan was chanting it smoothly, it was still extremely unfamiliar to her ears.
However …
She had already walked to the top of the Tower of the Dead and stood at the edge of the altar.
Ming Wang and the other tribe leaders were watching Ye Qingtang's every move from below the Tower of the Dead.
Ling Yan kept repeating the incantation, and Ye Qingtang finally remembered some of it. Then, she imitated the incantation Ling Yan said just now and chanted the incantation to release the souls.
As Ye Qingtang chanted, countless black shadows suddenly appeared on the altar. Those black shadows wailed incessantly and flew towards the top of the Hall of Gloom as if they were wrapped up by a whirlwind.
The mournful wails of the dead souls instantly resounded throughout the entire hall.
However, Ming Wang narrowed his eyes at that moment.
Something was wrong.
As thousands of souls were released, the wails lingered in her ears for a long time before gradually dissipating. Those souls seemed to have disappeared into the darkness without a trace.
"Miss Ye, you can go down the tower now."
Ye Qingtang followed him down the Tower of the Dead.
Ming Wang was expressionless as he swept his gaze across Ye Qingtang's face. "Holy Lord, thank you for your hard work. I have disturbed you from holding the ceremony today."
Ye Qingtang felt that she had just taken a trip to the gates of hell. If not for Ling Yan, she would have been completely exposed.
After the ceremony, Ye Qingtang returned to her bedroom.
With her departure, many Undead Clan members also left the Hall of Gloom. Only a few tribe leaders, elders, guardians, Ming Gu, and Ming Wang stayed behind.
"I'm afraid this Holy Lord isn't real …" The Goblin Tribe Leader glanced at the many Undead present and said.
The leader of the Demon Tribe also frowned. "I think she's most likely a fake. When she was chanting the incantation just now, it was clearly different from before."
Previously, they already felt that the Holy Lord's sudden return was very strange. Now, although Ye Qingtang followed the ceremony and completed the incantation, it was still very different from how they remembered the Holy Lord completing the ceremony.
"I remember that when the Holy Lord ascended the tower previously, she always flew up. This is the first time I've seen her walk up step by step …" Lady Ghost laughed softly.
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