As Dan Bingli moved away from Han Feng, Han Feng still had a smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed as he stared intently at Dan Bingli's receding figure.
Immediately afterwards, he circulated his spiritual energy, enveloping his voice within it, and whispered it into Dan Bingli's ear:
“Miss Dan, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on. It is a waste of your talent to be confined to the Liling Clan. If you can come with me, I will definitely help you step onto a broader stage. The two of us can join hands to create a new situation for the three clans.”
His words seemed sincere, but in reality they were manipulative, trying to make Dan Bingli understand that he had the ability to change the current situation of their race and give her a better future.
Dan Bingli paused, but quickly stepped forward again, a hint of disgust flashing across her face. Without looking back, she moved away from Han Feng. At the same time, spiritual energy surged around her, and icy particles instantly spread out, as if warning Han Feng not to push his luck.
Sensing the aura emanating from those particles, Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and the smile on his face finally vanished completely.
He hadn't expected Dan Bingli to be so resolute, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to lash out easily.
He estimated that, given her feigned aloofness, even if she didn't agree immediately, she would at least waver and save face for him. But this uncompromising rejection was truly unexpected.
"Hmph, ungrateful woman. You'll regret this after the ceremony."
Han Feng thought angrily to himself, quickly adjusted his emotions, regained his gentle demeanor, turned around and walked to his seat, waiting for the start of the Ancestral Summoning Ceremony, but in his heart he was planning how to torture Dan Bingli properly soon.
Anyway, things are bound to change here after today...
A distance away from the square, two elderly people and a middle-aged man were also silently waiting for their chance.
They are the patriarchs of the Ice Spirit Clan, Frost Spirit Clan, and Glass Spirit Clan, respectively, and exude a calm and sage-like aura.
The three clan leaders exchanged glances and nodded. Then, they took steps forward simultaneously, forming a triangular stance, and their hands quickly formed complex hand seals.
As the hand seals were completed, they shouted in unison, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed from their bodies, converging towards the ice sculpture.
The once-still ice sculpture suddenly shone brightly, and icy blue runes emerged from it, swirling and dancing in mid-air. The ancient energy it released moved everyone present.
At the same time, the temperature in the square plummeted, and a biting chill permeated the air. Everyone circulated their spiritual energy to resist the cold, but their eyes remained fixed on the glowing ice sculpture and the surrounding runes.
The three clan leaders did not stop; they continued to channel their spiritual energy, chanting incantations. As they chanted, runes began to combine, gradually forming a massive array. The array shimmered with light, enveloping the entire plaza.
"The Ancestral Summoning is activated; the younger generation, prepare."
The Frost Spirit Clan Chief's voice echoed across the plaza, tinged with weariness. He was puzzled as to why the Ancestral Summoning Ceremony required twice the spiritual energy of the usual ritual.
But he didn't have much time to think about it and quickly urged them on.
Han Feng, Shuang Yao, and Dan Bing Li stepped forward and stood in their designated positions within the formation.
The three men stood solemnly, then without hesitation, their fingertips conjured sharp points of spiritual energy, slicing their palms. Bright red blood gushed out, dripping from their palms and splashing onto the ice sculpture.
As soon as the blood touched the ice sculpture, the sculpture trembled, and then a faint light shone from where Han Feng's blood had dripped.
As the light gradually spread, the runes on the ice sculpture spun rapidly around Han Feng. His body was bent slightly by the aura emanating from the runes, as if he was enduring a tremendous force, but his eyes were full of excitement.
However, after a short while, the light dimmed again.
This caused Han Feng's smile to freeze instantly, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes. As the light completely faded, his attempt ultimately ended in failure.
Immediately afterward, the ice sculpture glowed again where Shuangyao's blood had dripped. Shuangyao took a deep breath, concentrated her mind, and guided her spiritual power to resonate with the power of the ice sculpture.
The light transformed into strands of icy blue silk, wrapping around Shuang Yao's body, her figure appearing and disappearing within the light. The surrounding clansmen watched nervously, silently praying for her. But before long, the light was extinguished as if by a gust of cold wind, and Shuang Yao, looking disappointed, could only retreat helplessly.
Seeing this, everyone sighed in disappointment. In this thousand-year-old ancestral summoning ceremony, no one had yet succeeded in gaining the favor of the ancestor, and now it seemed that this attempt would end in failure once again.
Just as everyone was filled with disappointment, Dan Bingli's blood dripped onto the ice sculpture.
In an instant, the ice sculpture burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense light, several times more dazzling than the combined light generated by Han Feng and Shuang Yao.
A beam of light shot straight into the sky, turning the entire sky an icy blue. The ice sculpture trembled violently, emitting a series of buzzing sounds.
Everyone in the square was stunned by this sudden change. They stared wide-eyed at Dan Bingli and the radiant ice sculpture.
The runes swirled wildly around Dan Bingli, forming a huge rune vortex that enveloped her entirely.
Deep within the runes, she could feel a gaze piercing through countless voids and projecting down upon her.
"It's a success! It's a real success! For the first time in a thousand years, someone has finally made the Ancestor Awakening successful! Heaven has not forsaken our ancient Ice Emperor lineage!"
Among the Liling Clan, someone was the first to react and excitedly shouted out.
This shout broke the silence in the arena. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into a surging cheer.
The cheers rose in waves, and the entire square was filled with boiling joy, as if they were about to unleash a thousand years of waiting and anticipation in this moment.
Han Feng watched this scene with resentment in his eyes, but a smile curved his lips.
"Hmph, I didn't expect we could actually succeed in changing the ancestor? Looks like we'll have to move the plan forward..."
Nianzhi, Hanfeng turned his head and inadvertently exchanged a glance with the Ice Spirit Clan Chief.
Looking at the void beginning to crack in the plaza, the Ice Spirit Clan Chief's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible determination. He then nodded, giving Han Feng a signal of confirmation.
Upon seeing this, Han Feng's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer, and a token radiating scorching heat quietly appeared in his hand.
His eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he crushed the token without hesitation. With a crisp cracking sound, the token transformed into countless streaks of red light, scattering in all directions.
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