Chapter 630: Sacrificial Rite

Although the male before them did not kneel in fear when he saw them, for some reason, seeing his faint, comforting smile and hearing his soothing words, they felt no anger at all, even feeling respected and in high spirits.

At that moment, even the grim-faced Vine Shaman and Goat-beard Shaman's complexions improved a little; they lifted their chins and followed behind the Healing Shaman and the Middle-aged Shaman, walking toward the several spots the Healing Shaman had mentioned earlier, under the guidance of the female wearing precious cloth.

Just as the four sat down, two females wearing the same cloth approached, each holding a smooth-looking wooden board.

First, they bowed to the four; then the first female took four finely polished smooth wooden cups from the tray and placed them on the table before each person, while the second female brought over an equally exquisite smooth jug.

Tilting the jug's spout, a pale red liquid flowed out and poured into the wooden cups before the four shamans.

As the pale red liquid flowed out, a faint sweet aroma spread through the surrounding air.

The four shamans involuntarily twitched their noses, their gazes instantly drawn to the liquid in the cups.

"Shaman Sir, this juice is personally made by Wu Yue, using a very precious fruit from our Linhe Forest."

"Because it is precious and rare, we only offer it to you shamans."

Having said that, she picked up the wooden jug containing the juice and stepped to the side.

The Healing Shaman's already happy, wrinkled face instantly broke into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum upon hearing the female's words.

He smugly looked at the three beside him and said, "Hahaha, did you hear that? They're giving you a cup of this precious thing just for my sake."

Seeing his smug, self-satisfied look, the three middle-aged shamans felt their teeth itch.

It's no wonder that old Healing Shaman has no mate—who would be attracted to such a hateful, dog‑like attitude?

Although they resented him inwardly, their hands honestly lifted the thing before them that kept giving off a fresh sweet scent, called "juice".

After taking a light sip, everyone's eyes brightened in unison; thereafter, the quiet pavilion held only the "gurgle‑gurgle" sounds of them drinking the juice.

As the empty wooden cups were just set on the table, the female quietly holding the wooden jug stepped forward to refill them, then continued to stand respectfully to the side.

This time, the four shamans finally lifted their wooden cups and began to sip slowly.

The more they drank, the better it tasted; their eyes rolled about as they secretly schemed in their hearts.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a heavy sound that made hearts throb rang out, nearly shaking the wooden cups from the shamans' hands.

"What sound?"

The people who had just been chatting while coming to attend the ritual all involuntarily stopped talking; on the empty sacrificial platform, aside from the throbbing "dum‑dum" sounds, there was no other noise.

As the "dum‑dum‑dum" sounds drew near, a mixed chant of females and males accompanied by the muffled thuds of feet stomping the ground also rose.

For some reason, these sounds did not seem noisy; instead, they made everyone's hearts beat in time, as if a mysterious power were spreading and even swirling around the entire sacrificial ground.

The four shamans startled from the palpitations brought by the sound, their hearts trembling, and they looked with awe toward the high sky beyond the pavilion.

Could it be that the Snow Moon Tribe's ritual has truly summoned the Beast God's descent?

"Boom‑boom!"

"Stomp‑stomp!"

"Whoo‑whoo!"

"Mmm‑mmm!"

A majestic, vigorous voice accompanied by orderly footsteps gradually approached the sacrificial platform, as a neat formation of many females and males steadily advanced toward it.

They placed their hands together before their chins, their legs moving in a strange, mysterious step; each footfall felt like a mystical rhythm treading on every heart present.

In the center, a wooden platform wide enough for three beastmen to lie sideways bore a figure clad in black robes covered with golden mysterious runes, whose movements resonated with the surrounding mystical energy, solemn and dignified.

Around the platform stood four bare‑chested beastman warriors, their faces, arms, and exposed torsos and backs covered in black‑and‑gold mystical tattoos, from whom a faint but powerful aura emanated.

The four super‑tribe beastman warriors standing behind the four shamans wore solemn expressions; the four beastmen carrying the wooden platform were all gold‑tier beastmen.

Wuyue donned a solemn black robe and danced a dance he himself didn't know—flamboyant and fraudulent, but the act was enough.

The four beastman warriors halted at the edge of the sacrificial platform; Wuyue tapped his toe, his body seeming to be swept up by the wind, and he floated onto the first step of the platform.

This drew a gasp from the surrounding onlookers.

She turned to face the crowd, her voice clear and solemn: "Linhe united, inform the Beast God, sacrifice!"

As her words fell, the two beastmen who had been at the front of those carrying the platform each stepped to either side of the platform steps and simultaneously opened their mouths to spew roaring flames.

"Whoosh!"

"Oh spirit!"

"Has the Beast God descended?"

Even the four shamans in the pavilion jumped up in shock, exclaiming, "How is that possible?"

How could beastmen spit fire from their mouths?

Seeing the flames in their mouths dwindle, Wuyue quickly raised his hand and clenched; the two beastmen lowered their heads and withdrew, their tattooed handsome faces twisting before returning once more to beside the wooden platform.

Wu Yue took in the shock of everyone on the open ground; seeing that his pretentious goal had been achieved, he immediately turned and stepped onto the platform.

The ensuing ritual, though somewhat more elaborate and unlike any ceremony the super‑tribe shamans had witnessed, featured no further miraculous fire‑spitting.

After Wu Yue raised both hands high and exhaled deeply, he mobilized his internal healing shamanic power, turning it into points of light that poured down in all directions, enveloping the entire sacrificial ground.

Everyone felt a sudden mental clarity, and even previously uncomfortable parts of their bodies felt refreshed.

Looking around, the abundant healing shamanic power made it seem as if everyone were wrapped in a green mist.

After only a few breaths, the green mist slowly dissipated, and a clear, solemn voice came from the platform: "The ritual is over."

"Hahaha, Wuyue, we've known each other for a long time—how come you invited me to your Linhe ritual?"