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Chapter 182: The Great Sacrifice (2)_1

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: The Great Sacrifice (2)_1

"How can you possibly deal with Phantom Venerable?" Fen Jian disagreed, looking across at the person sitting opposite him, radiating cold air in his direction, and he thought to himself, Alexander, oh Alexander!

"I have my people," Dugu Qianye said, "Although you have many people, they are not enough to deal with the Phantom Venerables. I have my trump cards, which will appear when the time comes."

"But you don’t have to risk your life, do you?!" Fen Jian said, casting a contemptuous glance at the increasingly chilly person opposite him. Please, it’s not me who’s making her like this, what’s the use of blowing cold air at me!

"The people from Wuyou Island will also go there. Their power is not weak, and having been imprisoned by the Divine Temple for so many years, their hatred for the Divine Temple will make them all the more ruthless—a definite heavy blow to the Divine Temple," Dugu Qianye explained.

"Understood," Fen Jian said, "By the way, you asked me to check on your mother last time, and we’ve found some leads."

"What?" Although Dugu Qianye was not visible, Fen Jian could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Your mother was indeed brought to Holy Sea City by the Divine Temple, but she’s not here anymore," Fen Jian relayed the information he had gathered, "She stayed at the Divine Temple for less than a year before she was taken away."

"Taken away? By whom? Where was she taken?"

"The Divine Master."

"The Divine Master?" Dugu Qianye was shocked. Was it that dignified and sacred-looking woman she saw that day? "What does she want with my mother?"

"It’s said to be because of your father," Fen Jian said.

Dugu Qianye fell silent. If her mother had truly been taken by the Divine Master, she must have been taken to that realm, but she did not even know which realm it was. And she had no idea what her mother’s current situation was.

"I understand. Thank you," Dugu Qianye said, and then she put away the Communication Stone.

Fen Jian looked at the Communication Stone, then back at the person who had been cooling the air opposite him, and said, "The weather is really cool today. If you don’t need anything, don’t just stand here."

That person glanced at Fen Jian and said, "The General Pavilion’s old geezers have returned. You might want to go see them."

"Damn you, you’re shameless!" Fen Jian yelled, "I’ll find a way to get to the altar when the time comes, can’t that guarantee her safety?"

"Remember what you said. Otherwise, I’ll send you back early," the person said, and then left leisurely.

"You could protect her yourself!" Fen Jian said in frustration.

"Double insurance."

"I didn’t tell you before because I was afraid someone would slip up and let the Divine Temple’s people know. Today will definitely be a turbulent day, so you must be careful. Make sure your own safety is the priority," Xie Ping cautioned.

After leaving Xie Ping’s room, Mo Ziqing and the others distributed the elixirs. Thinking back on what Fen Jian had said earlier, so that was the situation.

People from the other three great empires who received the elixirs Mo Ziqing provided didn’t consume them, except for Cang Jin and Lin Feng. Some even discarded them, stating that as soon as they saw people from the Mors Empire, they knew there were no good intentions.

All the preparations were proceeding in an orderly fashion, or so the people from the Divine Temple thought, as did those from the Secret Pavilion, but everyone had overlooked the word ’unexpected.’

The time was quickly approaching noon, and at this moment all the people gathered below the forum. Members from the main hall, subsidiary halls, and the four great empires, all assembled together.

The disciples from the Divine Temple stood beneath the altar, the elders, hall masters, and junior hall masters from the main hall occupied the first layer of the altar, while the three great hall masters and the Saint Heir Yun Jin were on the second layer. Some keen-eyed individuals noticed that the Saintess Shen Wanqing was not present.

On the topmost layer stood only the Divine Temple Master of Shen Xingzong, along with another old man dressed like a high priest.

Yun Jin glanced at the Shen Xingzong, received his meaningful gaze, stepped forward a few paces, looked down at the disciples below, and said, "Today is the day of the great sacrifice that our Divine Temple holds once every ten years, the day when our worshipped Divine Master bestows blessings upon us! Let us give thanks to the great Divine Master!"

Yun Jin’s voice was magnetic, and his words deeply moving, such that when the disciples of the Divine Temple heard them, they bowed their heads in reverent devotion.

"In the past, we have received the Divine Master’s blessings, which is why I had a glorious past. Today, we will once again receive the Divine Master’s blessings, and we shall have a beautiful tomorrow!" Yun Jin continued.

"Thank you, Divine Master!" the people below said in unison.

After Yun Jin finished speaking, he stepped back, and the High Priest at the very top took out an instrument similar to a tambourine from his sleeve, then started dancing a strange dance, chanting an obscure tune.

The High Priest danced for a few minutes, and finally ended with a reverent gesture, handing the sacred drum directly in front of Shen Xingzong.

"Hall Master, please receive the drum," a hoarse voice echoed as painfully as a saw cutting into one’s heart.

Shen Xingzong respectfully took the sacred drum with both hands and then placed it on the altar that had been prepared beforehand.

After Shen Xingzong finished, the High Priest took out a white jade box from his Space Ring, opened the lid, and a faintly fragrant scent wafted out.

"What is that, it smells so good!"

People from the four great empires, standing in the space designated for them below the altar, deeply inhaled the fragrance when it drifted over. Sun Kui sniffed vigorously.

"Don’t know, I’ve never seen it before."

"It smells really soothing."

"That must be the Miraculous Fragrance," Xie Ping said from the front.

"Miraculous Fragrance? What’s that?" Mo Ziqing asked.

"Miraculous Fragrance is used in sacrifices to drive away demons. It looks like green Xiaomi that you eat, and its scent can linger on the body for a month without fading," Mo Feng explained from the side.

"Correct," Xie Ping nodded, "which is why many sacrifices use it. But because it’s scarce, it’s often just symbolically used a little; the Divine Temple is really going all out this time."

"The Divine Temple has always been like this," Ye Canglan said.

"What is the High Priest going to do?" someone asked.

Everyone looked towards the altar and saw that after the High Priest opened the jade box, he closed his eyes, murmured something to the box, then the jade box slowly ascended into the air.

"That’s amazing!" someone exclaimed in surprise as they watched the box fly up.

"It really flew up!"

As the jade box flew, it gradually tilted, and powder ground from the Miraculous Fragrance poured out; perhaps due to the sunlight, the powder that dispersed into the air glowed golden. After the jade box made a round in the air, it returned to the High Priest’s hands. Only when he felt the jade box’s return did the High Priest open his eyes. He gave the jade box to Shen Xingzong, who then placed it on the altar.

Next, the High Priest took out another object and, after a preparatory motion, again Shen Xingzong placed it on the altar.

On the altar side, the sacrificial activities proceeded orderly, and in the Thunder Temple’s prison, Shi Jun arrived to find the gate securely locked. Dugu Qianye was inside, sitting in meditation, while the guard that should have been outside was nowhere to be seen.