Chapter 964 – The Ancestral Spirits of the Demi-human Race (2/2)
Although the light smoke dropping down from the bamboo hat protected him, the young man still began to sweat. In a short time, his clothes were utterly soaked.
He took a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his brow. He remained very easygoing, seemingly unperturbed.
The terrifying heat unleashed by the roiling magma and the Qi of the Wildfire enveloped the entire cave. The countless pillars of fire seemed like some ancient ceremony.
In the pillars of fire and red light, a picture gradually began to appear, one that was constantly changing.
The young man's expression became abnormally solemn. As he stared at those pictures in the fiery light, he did not even blink, even when his eyes began to ache with a piercing pain.
The first picture was a city, and then a high mountain, and then there was a plateau amidst the mountains.
And then there were countless creatures. Some of them were common, like elephants, lions, tigers and wolves. Others were the stuff of myths, like Dragons and Phoenixes. Soon after came cows and sheep, geese and horses.
The young man stared at these images, a surprised expression on his face. ”What sort of star images are these?”
All these pictures finally dispersed into the Wildfire.
The roiling magma split open like the sea, transforming into a flat platform in the shape of a lotus.
An elder dressed in furs, his long hair draped behind him, appeared on the platform.
This elder was clearly not real, but some sort of mental projection.
The underground cavern was huge, several hundred zhang high, but this elder seemed to be tens of thousands of zhang high, encompassing the entire world.
The young man gazed at the old man within the Wildfire, his expression now unprecedentedly grave, his pitch-black eyes in a state of absolute vigilance.
The old man seemed like a real god, because from a certain perspective, he was a god.
He was an ancestral spirit of the Demi-human race.
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Beneath the other Celestial Trees, an ancestral spirit of the Demi-human race also manifested.
Xuanyuan Po felt like his body had become abnormally heavy. Not daring to even think about resistance, he kneeled on the ground.
The other two demi-human experts were even more lacking in energy. They had kneeled much earlier, their bodies trembling as they teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.
Xiaode was in better circumstances, but only barely.
His face was pale, his eyes closed as he silently prayed, hoping to be blessed by the ancestral spirit.
The young man in the bamboo hat did not kneel, only thoughtfully gazed in silence at the ancestral spirit's image.
Suddenly the ancestral spirit opened its eyes.
Beneath the various Celestial Trees, the ancestral spirits opened their eyes.
A ray of light pierced through the boundary between the mental and physical, descending upon the bodies of Xiaode, Xuanyuan Po, and the other two demi-human experts.
The ray of light also fell on the young man in the bamboo hat.
The light made his face abnormally pale, but his eyes were bloodshot, because he was very excited, even somewhat crazy.
”It really is Sacred Light!”