Wake
Ji Hao felt utterly powerless.
He saw a simple and crude cave, with tens of torches placed on the wall. He also saw a primitive altar that carved out of a whole piece of stone.
A huge three-legged Gold Fire Crow totem was painted on the wall with unknown beast blood mixed with mineral pigments. Under the firelight, the Gold Crow’s eyes were shining with a magical light, looked down at Ji Hao.
Ji Hao sensed the wild and ancient vibe of this cave; he felt like he was wrapped by an intangible atmosphere; and he heard countless voices were whispering in his ears.
“My dear ancestors. I, Ji Xia am giving my blood to my child, to add his power and strength, to wish him a better future. My dear ancestors, please bless my child. Please make him stronger than me; make him the best warrior in the South Wasteland! I want him to regain the glory of the Gold Fire Crow and to retrieve the status of our clan!”
Ji Xia was praying loudly. He put Ji Hao on the altar, looked down at him. His eyes were full of love. He grinned then pulled out a bone knife and quickly cut his own wrist with it.
Qing Fu was sitting beside Ji Xia. She had now stood up and started to recite an ancient spell. She looked pale and weak. Along with her voice, a strange humming noise came from the air.
Ji Xia’s blood was dropping from his wrist. Those blood drops hadn’t fallen onto the altar directly; instead, they were floating overhead Ji Hao. Every drop of blood was slowly wriggling and changing shape under Qing Fu’s control. At last, those blood drops gathered into a head-sized Gold Fire Crow with great heat and intense light.
Qing Fu then cut her own wrist as well, send her blood into the Gold Fire Crow.
“My dear ancestors, gods and ghosts. I, Qing Fu am begging your pity. Please bless my son with health, safety and happiness.”
After her blood melted into the blood-crow, countless spell-symbols started to emerge from the blood-crow. Qing Fu’s face became even more pale.
The newborn, Ji Hao was lying on the altar, gazing at his parents stunningly.
The blood-Crow slowly fell from the air, merged into Ji Hao’s body.
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Followed by a thundering bang, a gust of cold wind broke into the cave with countless black ice-knives wrapped in it.
A couple of badly mutilated human bodies were thrown into the cave by the sharp wind. Those were guards of the Fire Crow Clan Mother Temple. Their muscular bodies were almost torn to pieces by the ice-knives and the shock was frozen on their simple and honest faces.
Qing Fu and Ji Xia jerked their heads around. They saw a bucket thick, a-hundred-feet-long and one-horned black serpent wriggled into the cave while it was spurting the cold air and the venom out of its huge mouth. The serpent saw Ji Hao, who was lying on the altar; its gigantic tail then heavily smashed toward Ji Hao.
Ji Xia just gave more than a half of his blood to Ji Hao, which largely reduced his power. Once he saw that serpent, he let out a growl; two streams of flames then darted out from both of his arms. A dragon scale shield and a mulberry-wood spear appeared in the flame. The shield blocked the serpent’s tail which was only inches away from Ji Hao’s tiny body; at the same time, the spear pierced the serpent’s head in a lightning speed.
“Who are you! How dare you have invaded our Holy Land!” Ji Xia shouted out. His voice showed a trace of confusion. “How did you get in? This is our Mother Temple! This is the Fire Crow Clan’s Holy Land!”
While Ji Xia was shouting at the serpent, the serpent’s body exploded into a cloud of black smoke. A black figure emerged from that smoke and waved its hands toward Ji Xia. At the next second, over twenty black ice-knives darted out from that smoke and punctured all of the ‘magus caves’ which were brightly glowing on Ji Xia’s chest. Blood spurted out from his wounds, splashed all over Ji Hao’s body.
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