The Nature Festival will begin soon.
Theresa was uncomfortable with his attire. Xu Shiqing understood. The original owner's taste wasn't bad, it was just a bit too flashy. The attire, carefully selected by the temple, was a stark contrast to his usual flamboyant attire; it was far more solemn and dignified.
System 021 was arguing fiercely with the God of Nature. Ever since 001 had a meeting with him, he had been acting like a loser, completely indifferent to whatever he said.
[Hmph, he must have been scolded by his boss.] 021 knows 001 very well. He is not an easy person to deal with. It is easy for him to deal with a world consciousness.
Xu Shiqing smiled and asked: "I thought you would be more in awe of them."
[The premise for doing this is that they abide by the rules.] 021 curled his lips [He was unreasonable first, so there is no need for us to pretend to be polite.]
The foundation of cooperation is equality. The Spacetime Bureau and the world consciousnesses are inherently evenly matched. If they are always inferior to them, then the personal safety of the hosts will be no longer guaranteed. If this continues, the very foundation of the Spacetime Bureau will be completely destroyed. How can it continue to operate?
As the ceremony began, the god's mood improved. Xu Shiqing bent down and hugged Theresa. This lovely girl had been more nervous than he was throughout the entire preparation process. She had helped Xu Shiqing put on most of the dazzling costumes.
"Oh! Pani, I worked so hard to tidy it up for you!" Theresa raised her hands and waved like an angry calf.
The other clergy looked at them with smiles.
"Wait until the ceremony is over, then we go to the rally?" Xu Shiqing begged.
"What's the deal then?" The child's attention was easily diverted. Among the elves, Theresa's age was equivalent to that of a human being of eleven or twelve years old.
Still a child. Xu Shiqing stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise with her, feeling a surge of anticipation.
Ronnie walked in, resplendent in his attire, the vines dangling from his antlers swaying. After the others finished their greetings, Xu Shiqing ran over briskly, his black, fur-trimmed dress fluttering, its golden hem gradually appearing in the bright light.
"Are you ready?" asked the former high priest, his face painted with divine patterns looking extraordinarily holy.
Xu Shiqing put the sheep mask on his face and said, "Of course."
He had always been a very serious person, especially when it came to tasks entrusted to him by others. Xu Shiqing also worked diligently and wholeheartedly. Otherwise, how could the original owner of that body see it and feel resentful? The original request wasn't the other party's original intention. If possible, they would probably prefer to fulfill these wishes themselves, rather than relying on others to do it for them.
The sacrifice to nature holds extraordinary significance for the Nachu people. In the hearts of these people, who rely on nature for their lives and battles, the gods of nature are their father and mother. They sing praises of their greatness and mercy, their life and death. From the peaks of uninhabited snow-capped mountains to the vast grasslands, they firmly believe that the laws of nature are their holy word. People rely on them for survival, and they believe that death is a return to their embrace, a part of their laws, and even eternity.
This shows that the primitive religious atmosphere of Nachu Star is extremely strong. Xu Shiqing initially didn't think it was a big deal. He didn't believe in God because he wouldn't place his hope in other lives. Therefore, he could never understand the people here, let alone respect them.
But when the wolf died, Xu Shiqing felt a surge of reverence for both death and life. The God of Nature then pronounced his final words, declaring Xu Shiqing complete.
The reason why the high priest is called the high priest, and the reason why the Temple of Nature has been able to allow the star Nachu to stand tall in the interstellar space without being disturbed until now, is simply because of the abilities possessed by each high priest.
Communicate with nature and control nature.
At this moment, the sacrificial dance presented to the gods slowly began.
Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas all dance together.
Ronnie and Xu Shiqing, one bright and one dark, one life and one death, performed a dance-like fight, with pearls and jade clashing like thunder and rain, giving people a compelling momentum.
In a moment, they suddenly separated again, facing each other. The vibrant vitality took over, surging with energy, pressing death closer and closer. Death retreated a few steps, seeming to be on the verge of approaching, then briefly ceding the stage.
The sky was bright, like a curtain falling, caressing the elves' dreamy faces, making it difficult to tell whether the sunlight was more brilliant or the green lake was brighter.
More and more creatures joined this grand dance, the fantastical species generously displaying their beauty, strength, and the prime of life. The only dark spot amidst the bright colors was like a lone boat sailing on the torrent of life, tottering and drifting helplessly.
Death approached several times, His bone mask looked terrifying, adorned with gorgeous gems. Life touched them, but pushed them away with an arrogant and mocking look, leading to another entanglement. Suddenly, there seemed to be the beating of drums in the sky, rumbling down.
The drizzle fell, and they were the only ones left on the field. In the dim light, fireflies were intertwined and lingering, making the originally dazzling deer antler elves seem to be exhausted.
Death danced towards Him, his joy growing more intense. He couldn't help but sing, pulling the elves up from the ground, spinning and dancing in them, declaring victory—
A burst of sadness and joy follows the sharp appearance of "Singing Highly", and the powerless antlers take the initiative, clamping death and reversing the situation.
The horns blew with increasing intensity, and the robes of two figures on the field fluttered. The people outside blinked, and noticed a shift in light and darkness. The antlers lost their vitality, pale will-o'-the-wisp flames burned, and their robes turned black in an instant. Meanwhile, the sheep mask suddenly blossomed, life clinging to its thick hair, and the dark color of its robes faded.
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