The Chixin Bell had long since recognized Hua as its master, and no one else could use it. In his hands, it was nothing more than a fairly ornate bracelet, but in Hua's hands, it was not.
After Hua flicked the bracelet, a clear bell rang in their ears, followed by a melodious song. The group looked at each other in surprise. The sudden singing in the cold cave, however beautiful, was tinged with an eeriness.
"Look! The statue is moving!" Tu Er exclaimed in surprise, pointing at the statue in front of her that was slowly moving its fingers, while taking two steps back with Yong Heng.
"Is she dancing?" Hua asked, puzzled, as she watched the figure moving slowly to the music. The others looked closely after hearing Hua's question, and sure enough, the figure did seem to be dancing, and quite skillfully at it.
"Yong Heng... Look at Yong Heng!" Hearing Tu Er's voice from behind, the group turned around and saw that Yong Heng was slowly getting younger. His face, which was full of wrinkles just now, quickly regained the handsome appearance of his youth.
Even the frost on his body gradually faded, and he soon woke up. "What happened? Yongheng, do you feel any discomfort?" Hua looked at Yongheng with some concern.
However, Yongheng seemed to be possessed, his whole body was very dull, but his arms slowly started to move, and he actually jumped up with the statue, his every move was exactly the same as the statue.
"Could Yongheng be possessed?"
Hua looked at Tu Er speechlessly, "Tu Er, can't you say something nice? Besides, you are the Demon Prince, what kind of demon could he possibly be causing under your nose?"
"Hehe, I just said that because he seemed weird." Tu Er scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
At this moment, Wan Ke, who had been mostly silent, said, "It looks like they're dancing a prayer dance."
"A prayer dance?"
"A prayer dance?"
"A prayer dance?"
Everyone was somewhat surprised. "What is the Prayer Dance?" Hua had never heard such a strange name for a dance before.
Wan Ke hesitated before revealing what she knew...
After the ancestral god returned to the void, no new main god was born for a long time. As long as the main god did not leave the six realms, there was no true peace, especially since there were often conflicts between different forces.
The conflict between races like the Demon Race and the Immortal Race has never ceased. Even between these two evenly matched races, some races or tribes with significantly different strengths engage in fierce battles, with war and casualties being almost the norm.
People living in misery desperately hope that a god will appear to save them and help them escape their suffering. Among some more primitive tribes, a special ritual for praying to the god has emerged.
They would choose a qualified woman to become the prayer goddess to complete this sacrificial ceremony in order to pray for the descent of the gods.
"So this statue is the goddess of prayer from that time. But Chu Yucai was only born a few hundred thousand years ago. Didn't they think there was a problem during the long period before that when no gods were born?"
After a moment of reflection, he said, "If the goddess of prayers has been unable to successfully pray for the gods to descend, why haven't they stopped?"
“They couldn’t stop. The day they became prayer goddesses, their deaths were already predetermined. They knew better than anyone that the gods wouldn’t come because of prayers. They were just sacrifices to some kind of ritual disguised as prayer.” The coldness in Chu Yu’s eyes was palpable.
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