Chapter 390 - The Meeting of the Patriarchs (2/2)

His wife also seemed excited, “If the ceremony succeeds, we can get out of here to see the outside world.”

Then several pedestrians approached them, and twittered, “My lord, will the ceremony be successful this time?”

“Can we finally leave this place? We have been trapped here for so long. We are all curious about the world outside.”

“Second Patriarch, can you tell us if the Great God Orochi can be revived?”

“Will our god lead us to freedom once again?”

Red Rose and Xiao Bing were surrounded by these people. Red Rose noticed the excitement in their eyes. Some of them even burst into tears. They had been waiting for this moment for so many years but it always seemed very far. Some of them were already 40 or 50, and if this time it failed, they would have to wait for another dozen years for the next ceremony. This could be their last chance.

Red Rose answered sternly, “I assure you that this time the ceremony will work. King Mamba and the Great Patriarch said it themselves. I promise you that!”

“We will be elated if we succeed!”

“Our Great God will be revived!”

“The sun will finally shine on us again!”

“We will be reborn if our god is revived.”

Xiao Bing realized the importance of Orochi from the excitement on their faces. Some of them were even about to cry.

But Xiao Bing could not let that happen. Because if they succeed, it would be a catastrophe for mankind.

In the meantime, the green liquid was still boiling in the pit below the ground. Waves of heat rose from it. Feng XIII was standing beside it, but he found that he could not take the formidable heat here.

Bai Jun walked in from outside. He approached Feng XIII and said, “King Mamba, how’s it going now?”

Feng XIII’s eyes were still fixed on the pit. Frowning, he seemed to be pondering on something. He suddenly shook his head, which made Bai Jun feel as if something was wrong. “Impossible?” He asked.

“I’m not sure.” Feng XIII said in a low voice. “But we must make sure everything is perfect this time.”

Bai Jun asked earnestly, “What do we still lack? Is the tonic not enough? I know one tonic that can…”

Feng XIII shook his head and said, “You mean the one beside the Second Patriarch. I don’t need him now. We all know that tonics must be continuously provided during his resurrection. This time I captured one. The blood running in his veins is different. I suppose he is the descendant of the god of the humans. With him, the chance of success is 80 percent, but it’s still not 100 percent.”

“But it’s still a high percentage, especially for a ceremony like this.”

“But we must make it 100 percent. Because we cannot wait for another 40 or 50 years.”

“Yes.” Bai Jun said, “Do you know any way that can help us to achieve it?”

“Yes. But it’s rather brutal.”

“Rather brutal? As long as our god can be revived, this world will lie within the serpent clan’s grasp. We shall do it, no matter how brutal it is.” His eyes showed his resolution.

“Good. I knew you would think this way,” Feng XIII said, the praise plain in his eyes. “My lord, you have always been the true fighter of the serpent clan, and the most dedicated supporter of the resurrection of our god. Then there should be a meeting. Let’s go to the patriarchs’ hall and summon the four patriarchs to have a discussion. It cannot be done without your approval. Let’s go there and I’ll tell you about my thoughts…”

Feng XIII’s eyes gleamed with insanity, a strange sense of cunning and ambition.

As Feng XIII’s ambition grew, this land for these half-snakes would finally be ushered into a new era!