The vision on the altar gradually disappeared.
Wu Yu stood alone in this ancient sacrificial place. The wind that had remained unchanged for thousands of years blew over the cracked steps, making a low whistle. Everything seemed like a dream. If he didn't have this divine decree in his hand, if he didn't have the last name in his ears, then he would never believe what he had just experienced.
Wu Yu subconsciously clenched the decree in his hand, and the words on it glowed.
An extremely high and mysterious aura lingered on it.
Like ghosts and gods.
No, it was ghosts and gods.
After a long while, Wu Yu barely came back to his senses. He carefully put away this decree from the gods, sorted out his mood, and his face returned to calmness. He walked down the altar step by step and returned to the city of Chaoge. After nearly three thousand years of reproduction and development, the original Chaoge had already developed to the scale of a small country.
However, after generations of fighting with monsters from the mountains and seas, the people here could not expand outward, and finally maintained a state of balance similar to a city-state fortress, with the ancient Chaoge City as the center and a fortress-like pattern built around it.
In the city, there are bronze mechanical beasts made of the bones of monsters from the mountains and seas, and bronze stained with the blood of these legendary and mythical creatures, patrolling to prevent attacks from fierce beasts.
Wu Yu's mood gradually calmed down.
The Shang Dynasty people along the way were in a hurry, some with joy and some with sorrow. Wu Yu remembered that today was the day when the team that went out to hunt monsters came back. It was like this every time. Some were lucky to come back alive and get injured, while others could only bring back weapons.
He saw a girl of sixteen or seventeen crying while holding her father's weapons.
I also saw a white-haired old man walking back from the outgoing team with his head held high, holding the prey in his hands. His son had died in the fight with the beast, and he took over his son's weapon and stepped into the foreign land for revenge.
Blood, crying, struggling, this is Chaoge.
The language these people communicate in is a simpler tone, different from the words of the witches used in sacrifices. The former has gradually changed from generation to generation, while the latter has been passed down from generation to generation from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. According to legend, it is a language that can enable people to communicate with gods.
Compared with the solemn and obscure latter, the former still makes him feel more familiar and warm.
Wu Yu's eyes swept across these pictures and strengthened his determination. He put on his hood and hurried to the ancestral mountain for sacrifice. Their ancestor Shang Tang wrote the Tang oath here to fight against the legendary Jie, and the kings of later generations sacrificed to the heaven, earth and all things on this mountain top.
When Emperor Xin sent Chaoge City away, he also sent the ancestral vein of the Shang King away.
He obviously didn't want this mountain to be humiliated.
Wu Yu was a sorcerer and was qualified to enter here. He nodded calmly to the warriors who were finishing here, walked to the highest point step by step, prayed devoutly to the ancestors of all generations, took out the imperial edict from his arms, and then put it in the place where the upper and lower emperors were originally worshipped.
He was worried about how to hide it before, but when the imperial edict came into contact with this mountain with a long history, the text on it emitted a stream of light, and then turned into fine light dust and sank under the mountain. Wu Yu felt both disappointed and instinctively regretful, but he quickly calmed down.
In any case, there was no turning back.
Wu Yu calmed down, and the last step was left. He had to let everyone who was worshipping shout his name during the next sacrifice. The difficulty of this matter was far greater than putting the imperial edict in the ancestral land. The latter only required him to be cautious and look for opportunities, and he could always do it. The former involved too many people and needed to convince the clan elders.
Or, the Grand Master in ancient times.
Wu Yu hesitated and struggled, but still chose to go over. When he went over, the old man, who was already white-haired but still strong, was pulling a bound beast over. Today was the time for hunting and harvesting, and he wanted to kill the beast to prepare for the next sacrifice.
Wu Yu entered the yard and said, "Grand Master."
The old man glanced at him, as if he saw something from this no longer young wizard, but he didn't say anything, just said calmly: "Come here, sit down."
"Yeah."
"I heard that you had a quarrel with Fei Yu and the others?"
"... Yes."
The old Grand Master didn't continue to ask, and was silent for a while, just shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about it first. You asked me to come this time. Is there something? Just say it directly, haha... You have always been unable to hide things in your heart."
As he spoke, he tried to bleed the beast, but he never succeeded.
This is a Qiongqi, or more precisely, a beast mixed with a trace of Qiongqi's blood. Those that were accurately recorded by King Yu and his subjects in ancient times were the strongest individuals of each race. Now, thousands of years have passed, and they have left many descendants.
These descendants may not have the power of their ancestors, but at least they are very similar in appearance. This descendant of Qiongqi is a ferocious beast with a huge body and wings.
The old master is old, and he can't suppress this beast for a while.
Wu Yu helped, and the two of them worked together to suppress the descendant of Qiongqi. Wu Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered: "I remember there will be a sacrifice in ten days. Grand Master, when I was reading ancient books before, I found a new prayer for the sacrifice, which involves an ancient existence. Should we try to add this sentence? It may be effective."
"New prayer? Ancient existence?"
The Grand Master looked at him and shook his head as expected: "Our current prayers have been tested from generation to generation, and all of them are the most effective. If you find a prayer you have never seen in ancient books, it may have been abandoned and no longer used."
"This is not a joke."
"Every sacrifice consumes a lot of prey, which means that many tribesmen are injured and killed in battle. The specifications and rituals cannot be easily changed."
Wu Yu had guessed the Grand Master's answer in advance and was mentally prepared, but he still felt disappointed and regretful when the time came.
He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and whispered: "Can't we try it once, even just once?"
The old man's answer was unquestionable, and he refused again: "No."
"We no longer have the luxury of trying this."
He took out a bronze dagger with a pattern of black bird flapping wings on the hilt, paused, and asked nonchalantly:
"By the way, you said that the text and rituals you want to add refer to an ancient existence, who is it?"
"What's his name?"
Wu Yu thought that maybe the Grand Master would know the true identity of that person. He thought that maybe it was really the emperor god of the Shang Dynasty, so he recalled it briefly and answered in the language inherited from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors: "Yuan."
The Grand Master frowned and murmured: "Yuan?"
He shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."
Then he was ready to kill the Qiongqi, but found that the descendant of Qiongqi suddenly rioted, its pupils opened angrily, and it kept roaring and struggling anxiously, showing a complex emotion of extreme hatred and fear. The wings flapped, and the force burst out was so great that the old man was almost blown away directly.
Wu Yu hurriedly supported the old man.
The two looked ahead vigilantly, extremely angry, but fear obviously occupied more of the descendants of Qiongqi. For a while, they didn't know what was going on. After a while, the old man's expression changed slightly, broke free from Wu Yu's support, stood up, and tentatively said:
"Yuan..."
? ! !
Qiongqi was obviously terrified, with its hair standing up, and it kept roaring and looking back, as if it had encountered a natural enemy or an enemy.
But how could such a ferocious beast have a natural enemy?
The old man stepped forward, calling out the name repeatedly, and the descendant of Qiongqi who was captured alone was terrified and angry, and kept looking around, irritable and restless. Finally, the old man took a step forward, pierced Qiongqi's throat with the sword in his hand, and took two steps back. Seeing Qiongqi being killed because of fear and even unable to make an effective resistance, he suddenly became open-minded.
He took a long breath, looked at Wu Yu, and said, "I agree."
"Ten days later, his name will be included in the sacrifice."
"You agree?"
"Yes, yes."
Looking at the dead descendant of Qiongqi, the old man couldn't help but sighed in a low voice:
"To be able to make such a mountain and sea beast feel fear, this name must be a powerful emperor god."
Wu Yu nodded, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking forward to ten days later uncontrollably in his heart.
Ten days later.
Will the sacrifice get a response? And what kind of response will it get?