Chapter 878: 777 Sacrifice

In the blink of an eye, the eve of the Wanshendian Assembly had arrived.

The Wanshendian Assembly was being held on Tian Jiang Dao, yet it was not exactly being held on Tian Jiang Dao. To be precise, it should be held in the "Li Shi Jie" at the location of Tian Jiang Dao. In the center of the great sea, on the side of the Shenjie.

Although the various Lingjie inhabitants and believers of the Holy God on Tian Jiang Dao would never have the chance to witness the grand scene of the Wanshendian gathering with their own eyes, they still gloriously decorated Tian Jiang Dao with lanterns and streamers, making it lively and solemn.

It is said that at the moment the Wanshendian Assembly succeeds, the gathered gods will descend, manifesting their true forms to meet with the people of the Lingjie and personally issue divine oracles. That will be a grand and sacred scene forever inscribed in the history of the Shenjie and Lingjie. Anyone who can witness it with their own eyes is a part of history, forever engraved in the long river of time, and naturally feels very honored.

Such an honorable scene is naturally not something everyone can witness. It is mainly for the clergy of Tian Jiang Dao, those believers of the Holy God; they come to witness the moment of the Holy God's enthronement. Of course, having only one's own people is dull, like walking in silk robes at night, so the Holy God showed mercy and allowed representatives of various races to come to the island to observe the ceremony. They are here to witness how their own gods submit.

Even for the representatives of the Hundred Races, not just anyone can come. Small races like the Fire Spirit race cannot even send one person; it is already good if their minor gods can come. Even the so-called Great Elders are not qualified; only the priests under those great gods have a spot to observe the ceremony.

Besides this, there are the representatives of the Wanshendian. Although the Holy God is clearly planning to sweep the Wanshendian into the trash heap, he still allowed those old things to come and hand over power, sighing about how the world changes every thirty years; this is undoubtedly the best flattery.

At least three or four powerhouses at the level of Heaven-Reaching High Priest came from the Wanshendian. Among them, the Songtian High Priest is openly the Holy God's man, and he was the most proactive in trampling on the Wanshendian, so he came early; the next day, several more priests will come to preside over the ceremony.

"Is that old thing Haotian confirmed to be coming?" In front of the Shendian, the gaunt Songtian asked casually while inspecting the busy divine officials.

Behind him was the Chief Priest of Tian Jiang Dao. He was also the Great Divine Official who was responsible for sacrificing to the Holy God on the Void Ship earlier. In the Void, he could be considered the spokesperson for the Holy God, a bishop, but once on the ground, he still could not compare to Songtian, who had long since gained the Holy God's trust. Therefore, he followed respectfully behind Songtian, reporting on the preparations for this assembly.

"He is confirmed to be coming. Bringing the two High Priests, Litian and Gaotian."

"Very good, the old thing finally couldn't hold on. He acted so lofty before, as if he wouldn't move even if he died, but in the end, he still has to bow his head." Songtian laughed triumphantly, "Let him come, let him personally announce the True God status of my Lord, and then he can also enter the dust of history. If he is cooperative enough, it is not impossible to let him hold their old divine statue and guard it until he dies, just not appear before the public and be an eyesore anymore."

That young Chief Priest of Tian Jiang Dao smiled and said: "Yes, the old thing and his gods are relics of the old era. Appearing here is considered bad luck."

The Lingjie is the world of the gods. Although all living beings have different beliefs, even a believer of one god generally would not be disrespectful to another god, let alone insult them. All gods are above mortals and must be given basic respect. But the believers of the Holy God do not care about this set of rules. Except for the Holy God, they look down on other gods and insult them at will. In a sense, this also disenchanted the "gods."

"The one hundred representatives of the gods have all arrived. According to the plan, we did not let them onto the island; only tomorrow will we use small boats to bring them over. Also... the Humans want to come and observe the ceremony. Should we..."

"Absurd, how are these things worthy of looking up to my God?" Songtian frowned, "When my God descends, he will issue a divine oracle to launch a massive crusade, kill them all, and occupy their land. Are they here to listen to their own funeral knell?"

The young Chief Priest nodded: "Indeed. These barbarians are so rude. If they truly wanted to submit to my God, they should have applied in advance, sent gifts, and requested permission. They didn't say anything before. Only today did they suddenly say they wanted to come. Just because they are so rude, killing them is justified."

"Hmm?" His saying this reminded Songtian. Songtian suddenly laughed: "Since that's the case, let them come. When my God descends, I will directly ask my God to dispose of them. If my God is merciful, let them get lost and spread the great name of my God in the barbarian world. If they are lucky and my God takes a fancy to them, just sacrifice them to my God. After all, the strength of those who came should be quite good."

The young Chief Priest smiled: "High Priest is brilliant!"

Tricking foreign envoys into coming to be killed is, according to tradition, a very explosive thing. At least when Haotian's faction was in power, they couldn't do this. But now, the world has been updated, the Holy God has no taboos, and what he wants is a thrill.

Songtian suddenly remembered another matter and said: "They have a young little barbarian, what was his name..." He lowered his head and thought, but could never remember that name, "Anyway, is that little brat they think highly of coming? This person is particularly hateful. Taking advantage of the moment of visiting the Holy Ship, he invaded the Holy Tower, was disrespectful to the Holy God, and should be hacked into ten thousand pieces, his soul extracted and refined!"

The young Chief Priest shook his head: "There is no such person. Only a few old Sword Guests came, Qian Jian and Zhen Jian."

Songtian gritted his teeth and said: "He got off easy. Go and issue a Tongzhiling for him for me. Any believer of my Holy God, any inhabitant of my Lingjie who sees this person must capture him alive and bring him to the Holy God Hall for me to see how I will deal with him."

"Okay, then what is his name?"

"Forgot. I just remember he is very hateful, almost ruined my God's great cause. First he offended my God, and also attacked me. His crimes are unforgivable!"

"Ah, what does he look like?"

"Forgot. I just remember he is very hateful..."

"..."

The young Chief Priest was speechless, but could only agree haphazardly. It seems this Tongzhiling cannot be issued for a while.

He reported some other matters regarding the Sacrifice, offerings, and ceremonies, and then left. Leaving Songtian alone.

Songtian High Priest watched the layout of the ceremony for a while and walked alone to the back hall. In the back hall was the statue of the Holy God, the only one, green and oily, resembling a bright plant sphere.

He examined the sphere and hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to pray, but finally lowered his head and thought to himself:

Let it be this way. This is the last time, my God.

This was a long night, for everyone, for the gods, it was all such torment. Some tossed and turned, some gods were restless. There were also gods and people who were very excited, looking forward to this day that would determine their fate.

The next day, opposite Tian Jiang Dao, a small boat carried two strange guests across the sea to Tian Jiang Dao.

"Oh my, how much time has passed, and yet things have changed. This ship still looks so shocking, it's just that a few old friends are gone."

The two people on the boat were visitors from the Human World, the current head of the Human Sword Guests, Qian Jian, and the one with the most flexible methods among the Sword Guests, Zhen Jian.

These two were big figures among the Humans. By rights, even if they arrived at the Tianmo Jie, they should have been given a certain level of etiquette; this is respect for the strong. However, this time the Tianmo Jie did not follow the rules at all and only sent a small boat to pick them up. The etiquette was not even as good as the Sword Hero-level envoys who came to communicate during the previous truce; it simply had a hint of intentional insult.

These two were quite sophisticated and calm. Qian Jian was composed and indifferent, while Zhen Jian was actually a bit familiar, disregarding his status to talk to the boatman, a Tianmo of the ordinary Sword Guest level.

However, perhaps it was because they believed that the Holy God gave them confidence, but the ordinary Tianmo looked down on the Sword Guest powerhouses. It was not the hostility and hatred accumulated from the war between the two sides, but they really did not put these two in their eyes. It seemed that after believing in the Holy God, all the rules and principles of the world were no longer applicable.

It was not just the Humans who enjoyed this kind of "treatment"; the other representatives of the Hundred Races who came to observe the ceremony were also this shabby. Although the boats they sat in were more luxurious than the small boat, dozens of people were riding in one boat, squeezed in the cabin like a vegetable patch, with no hospitality at all.

To put it nicely, the Holy God Sect's organization is arrogant; to put it bluntly, it is simply a makeshift troupe.

"However, it doesn't matter. Whom the heavens wish to destroy, they must first make mad."

He said it so bluntly that the boatman glared at them, but the two did not care. With their strength, they could say whatever they wanted. They did not hurt people with words because of their cultivation, but now that the Holy God Hall was rude first, the two naturally did not need to be polite.

After entering the main hall, someone did lead the two to the viewing position to observe the ceremony. The two's positions were not remote, and the positions were higher than the ground; it did not look like a viewing platform, but rather like an Altar. It seemed that after going up, they would become sacrifices. In a while, when the ceremony reached a certain point, someone would give an order, and these two would be sacrificed alive.

The two looked at each other and smiled, stepping onto the platform without caring. This kind of trick really had no new ideas in the Human World.

After they got on the platform, the sacrificial ceremony began. It was presided over by Songtian High Priest, while Haotian, who used to preside, sat in a corner with no sense of presence.

On the believers' side, they could not see the first half of the Wanshendian Assembly, and the sacrificial ceremony was just a process. The key was the final moment when the gods descended and announced the divine oracle. Before that, it was just the believers waiting and dragging out time.

Zhen Jian watched the ceremony with interest. Originally, they were not interested in participating in this kind of internal purge ceremony of the Tianmo, but who told them they received information and knew that there might be a big change in this grand ceremony?

They rushed over, one to watch the fun, and two to support their own people.

Zhen Jian was very curious, what was that kid going to do? If it was just ordinary trouble, there would be no need to specifically send a message back, right?

Three years in a flash. During this period, although that kid did a few influential things, he rarely showed his face himself. It is said that he was concentrating on improving his strength. Could it be that he is going to do something big as soon as he shows his face?

I just don't know how he reached his hand into the Shenjie?

How is his strength now? If there was no rapid progress, he shouldn't have the guts to come directly to play with the top level of the Tianmo Jie, right?

In Zhen Jian's unique expectant eyes, the ceremony had reached its end.

On the platform, Songtian took the lead and shouted: "The time has come! Please, my Lord, manifest!"

The cheers and praises were deafening!

In sight, it was the time for the Holy God to descend.

Suddenly—

"Crack—"