Chapter 1717 (1/2)

”The wheel of fate turns, the God of recovery, please give the mainland life...”

The low chanting sound reverberated in the dark room of the tower, and there were not very bright candles around. This was the sacrifice of the full moon night, and it didn't need too bright light.

The God of the moon out of the window will bring down the light.

Lu Ya, the high priest in the grey robe, kneels in front of the plate of destiny, recites in a low voice, and the slender fingers hidden in the broad sleeves slowly extend out. There is a light glimmer at the fingertips. With the ritual action of the fingers like flowing clouds and water, those glimmers pull out a blurred light net in the air.

Luya's expressionless gray face is reflected in the optical network.

He was the only one who performed the sacred sacrificial ceremony. The high priests of all dynasties were responsible for praying for the secluded area.

Through the life plate, the prayer is conveyed to heaven. In nine days, the gods will hear it.

Luya's face is pious and serene. It's very young, but it's already like an old man who is dying. There are vicissitudes and indifference on his face that don't belong to his age. It seems that he has seen through the whole world.

”Ha ha ha...”

In the voice of prayer, there was a sharp low laugh.

Lu Ya frowned and was about to scold who was so bold that he dared to disturb him with such rude laughter at the time of sacrifice, but he soon found that the laughter did not come from outside, but was In front of him.

In front of it is the life plate, which is put upright. It's dark and simple in color. It's grand and solemn.

Although it is a bridge to communicate with the God of heaven, but Luya has always been very clear that the life plate is lifeless.

The life plate is a ”tool”, just like the cup, plate, bowl and cup. Even the most precious treasure, even the boundless beast, is just a ”tool”, and there will be no life.