The old clan chief led his clansmen in kneeling and chanting, performing rituals that one could see in the human world.
Even Jianjun found it incredibly boring, so he stood slightly to the side and didn't join them.
"The last item, the offering to the spirits!" the old man shouted, standing up.
The so-called sacrificial offerings are the offerings that are placed on the altar.
He turned to Jian Jun and said, "Fellow Daoist Jian, why don't you send one of your disciples to participate as well? This is the final step."
Before Jianjun could speak, he pointed at Xiyun and said, "This young friend will do."
The reason for choosing Xiyun was simple: she was the first to arrive, and the old man believed this might be a divine instruction.
Xi Yun couldn't refuse, so she followed the old man to the edge of the large cave in the middle. He was holding a basin of fruit, and there were several people carrying sacrificial offerings such as cattle and sheep beside him.
Looking down, a wave of air rushed towards me, violent yet instantly relaxing my body.
"Young friend, are you ready?" the old man asked with a smile, looking at Xi Yun in front of him.
A hint of madness crept into his smile.
Xi Yun didn't see the old man's expression and nodded.
"Then... you should go," the old man said, gently pushing Xi Yun from behind.
"Huh?" Xi Yun was about to ask the old man what he meant when she was pushed down. Then she felt her body go empty and fell straight down, her eyes filled with terror.
During the fall, Xi Yun, surrounded by the heatwave, felt completely limp and weak, unable to muster any strength.
Looking up at the sky, she seemed to know her fate: either she would fall to her death or be eaten by some god.
But I still have things I cherish and things I care about, and I'm not willing to die like this.
"Sui Xin, I miss you so much!" Xi Yun shouted with all her might.
At this moment, Xi Yun completely broke down, and the longing in her heart was fully released, with tears falling like rain.
Three months, only three months have passed, yet it feels like so long.
Watching the sun rise in the east and set in the west, hoping to wake up the next day and see him lying beside me, all those hopes turned to ashes.
In the end, they could not see each other again before they died.
Xi Yun was filled with despair, closed her eyes, and awaited death...
………
"What are you doing?" Jianjun shouted in disbelief at the scene before him, pointing at the old man with extreme anger.
The chubby boy and his companions behind him were in the same boat, their spiritual energy surging wildly, finding it hard to accept the reality before them.
"Fellow Swordsman and everyone else should go to sleep first," the old man said calmly.
A red light flashed in her originally light-colored eyes as she stared intently into Jian Jun's eyes.
Jianjun and the little fat boy were in a daze. It seemed as if their primordial spirits had been hit by something, and their consciousness gradually weakened until they fainted.
...
"Yun'er, sleep well, I'm here."
I think this was just a dream, but it's nice that I could have my way in the dream.
He then fell into a coma.
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