The Ancestral Worship Ceremony
When the sunlight had warmed up the Gold Black Mountain, all the Fire Crow Clan people had arrived the Ancestral Temple, and were waiting outside.
Under the sunshine, gigantic crows were cawing and hovering above the temple. A couple of old crows lazily leaned their heads and looked down from their nesting tree.
Ji Hao was also standing outside of the Ancestral Temple with a group of children.
The Ancestral Temple of the Fire Crow Clan wasn't exactly looking like a temple. It had been built on the mountainside, below a sheer cliff. It was more like a cave. Ji Hao and the other Fire Crow’s people were standing in front of a square entrance. From the entrance, one had to walk through a thousand feet long hallway, where the holiest place, where the ancestors of the Fire Crow Clan’s people had been buried, was.
People were standing there orderly and quietly, with a serious look on their faces.
A dozen of Elder Magi and Maguspriests were standing in front of the crowd, carrying trays, which were carved out of jade, and were holding gold, precious stones and other treasures in it.
Ji Hao hadn't even heard about some of those treasures. He could sense a strong spiritual energy coming from those sparkling precious stones. The mysterious energy even caused a splendid, multi-coloured sunglow in the sky.
After the sun had reached its zenith at the horizon, spreading its light and giving life to everything it touched, the Master Maguspriest of the Fire Crow Clan, Ji Kui came forth from the crowd. He was wearing a cloak made of dragon skin, a helmet made of dragon skull and a string of sharp beast teeth. He was holding a blood-jade dagger and walking towards the entrance of the temple. Then, he turned around and waved to the crowd.
After that, all the Maguspriests, who had come from thousands of branch clans, walked out, lined up and kneeled behind Ji Kui. After that they began to read an ancient and obscure magic-spell.
Ji Hao shivered and looked around. He sensed a weirdly cold air which was pervading around him along with those Maguspriests’ voices, as if he had been surrounded by ghosts. Both his body and soul felt cold as ice.
Right at that moment Ji Hao heard sounds of screaming and wailing. Ji Xia and a thousand of sturdy warriors were bringing thousands of slaves from the back of the mountain. Those slaves were skinny, wounds all over their bodies and their eyes were filled with fear and hopelessness.
“You bastard! Fire Crow Clan, We, the Black Water Serpent Clan, We will prey on you until the last one of us die!”
“No...You can’t kill me...My father...My father is the elder Magus of the Black Water Serpent Clan!”
“My great ancestor, please take my soul now, please don't let the evil have my soul!”
However, no matter how hard those slaves were shouting and struggling, they couldn’t escape from Ji Xia and his people’s control.
Soon, the man who had claimed that his father was the elder Magus of the Black Water Serpent Clan, had been pinned down to the ground in front of Ji Kui.
“Son of the Black Water Serpent Clan’s elder Magus. Our ancestors would love to have your soul!” Ji Kui said coldly and pressed his hand onto the slave’s chest. The slave was around a foot taller than Ji Kui. However, he painfully screamed when Ji Kui’s hand touched him, after which his body quickly went limp. Ji Kui drove the Blood-Jade dagger deep into his chest, and pierced through his heart. In the meanwhile, Ji Hao had noticed that a few spell-symbols on the dagger surface had started to shine, and a blast of hot air came out from the dagger.
The slave began to twitch uncontrollably. His muscular body rapidly shriveled and turned into a wisp of black smoke, ultimately it had been puffed away by the wind. All his bones, muscles, blood and life-force had been sucked into the dagger.
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