Chapter 896: Wine for the Moon Sacrifice, Bloodline of the Red Dragon

The scorching sun is blazing!

Qian Chen bowed over the golden rice, and large drops of sweat fell, hitting the mature rice ears and making them bow their heads. Quinn's heavy panting came from the side. His arms were pulled by the rice leaves into red marks, and the sickle in his hand waved rapidly, cutting the rice into bundles.

After not knowing how much rice he had harvested, Quinn barely straightened his waist and looked back.

There was only one bundle of rice ears in the basket, which made Quinn's eyes red, and he almost shed tears.

"Eastern Continent, why is there such a perverted Spirit Realm secret realm?"

Quinn was crying without tears: "I feel like I have worked for a day and a night, and only harvested this little bit of rice? Is it one hundred for one? Or one thousand, ten thousand grains for one?"

The basket behind Qian Chen was more than half full. He straightened his waist and said lightly: "This is the Bitter Realm! How much spiritual rice you can take away has nothing to do with how much rice you harvest in this endless field. It is exchanged for spirituality with your hard work."

"This field of the Spirit Realm is the embodiment of the Eastern Continent's countless years of cultivation, harvest, and agriculture in the Spirit Realm. What is deposited here is the pain and toil of farmers for thousands of years."

"Therefore, it is called the Bitter Realm!"

"The Bitter Realm can only exchange for the spirituality deposited in it with 'bitterness'. This bitterness is not the sensory pain symbolized by the Blood Cup, but hard work, numb labor, the wear and tear of repetitive labor on human nature, the bitterness of farming!"

"In fact, because you have been pampered for too long, it is easy to feel hard work, so it is not too difficult to obtain spiritual rice here. About five thousand stones of grain can harvest one stone of spiritual rice."

Qian Chen came to a small piece of shade in the vast wilderness and dug out a bronze three-legged cauldron from the foot of the elm tree.

He knocked the rice off the ears, pounded the grain in a stone mortar bit by bit, then threw it up at the wind vent with a winnowing basket to throw away weeds and husks, and finally broke the yellow koji with turbid bitter spring water, mixed the new rice that had been dried with bitter water, and buried it in it.

A week of work finally came to an end. Quinn and Gable worshipped the land and the agricultural god together with Qian Chen.

When they fell from the Spirit Realm and returned to the present world, they saw Qian Chen holding a silver cup, and large amounts of wine flowed from the silver cup, poured into the jar by Qian Chen, and blood-red sweet-scented osmanthus sprinkled into the wine bit by bit.

Soon, the spiritual grain exchanged for hard work and the labor of one's own spirituality in the Bitter Realm, brewed with bitter spring water in the Spirit Realm for seven days, finally brewed rice wine, mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, entered the jar again, sealed, and buried under the osmanthus tree in the small courtyard.

Qian Chen looked up at the moon that was gradually becoming full in the sky. Because of the weather, the moon was a bit red, and the moonlight was hazy with frosted edges.

Elijah fell back from the Spirit Realm and looked at Qian Chen pitifully.

But Sect Master Qian only checked her harvest, looking at the handful of wheat flour, which was mixed with a large amount of wheat grains that had not been completely crushed. Qian Chen screened it with a fine net and only got a pitiful pinch.

"Just this much?" Qian Chen poured all the wheat she ground into the cup and showed it to her.

"Who is this enough for? It's the day of the Moon Sacrifice soon! If there isn't enough flour to make mooncakes, I will take the moon beast you summoned from the dark side of the moon and peel its skin to replace it!"

Elijah looked at Qian Chen in horror. At this moment, Sect Master Qian's image in her eyes was no different from the farm owner waving a whip in the New World!

The two most important sacrifices for the Moon Worship secret ritual—wine and mooncakes. Mooncakes are secondary, but wine is even more ancient and important than mooncakes, and it is a sacrifice closely related to moon worship.

The so-called raising a cup to invite the bright moon, drinking long against the moon.

It was an important ceremony valued by literati and poets in the Eastern Continent before the moon became a symbol of reunion on the fifteenth day of the eighth month.

Under the gradually full moonlight, Qian Chen looked out from the small courtyard. In the entire Kafas City, many evil spirits they had released were still setting off various slaughters and blood sacrifices. Blood lamps lit up in the darkness, gradually connecting into a piece, like the slightly red sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the osmanthus tree beside him!

Twelve days have passed since the Coppola blood case, and in one more day, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival!

In the entire Kafas City, transcendents of the Blood Cup path no longer care about panic. Now, the Blood Cup transcendents and hungry ones who have not been sent to prison have all been blood-sacrificed to the osmanthus tree by this small secret cult of theirs.

The fragrant osmanthus flowers on it, every point of red, are dyed red by the blood of Original Sin in the Blood Cup!

Yesterday, Qian Chen led Quinn and the others to attack the prison where the Night Watchers detained transcendents, slaughtered more than twenty transcendents of the Blood Cup path inside, and smeared a huge tree-shaped diagram on the outer wall of the prison with blood, enough to remind the Night Watchers of the overall appearance of the entire secret ritual!

Presumably, the Night Watchers are frantically investigating this case tonight.

But since teaching Quinn and the others how to drive evil spirits, the last remnants of the Blood Cup have been left to the green lamp evil spirits and orange lamp law spirits to hunt down, and they don't need to take action themselves at all.

"The situation in Kafas City should have attracted the attention of the Blood Cup Church headquarters..." Qian Chen whispered: "I hope they can send a Transformer over!"

Gable caught the red osmanthus flowers falling from the tree beside him.

He almost watched with his own eyes as the flower buds on this osmanthus tree turned red bit by bit.

More than ten blood sacrifices, connected on the plane of Kafas City, are a simple tree diagram, and all spiritual quality and blood of Original Sin will follow the veins, converge to this small courtyard, and enter this osmanthus tree.

And not far away is the towering Wisdom Zhong Lou...

Night Watcher Captain Anderson was standing under the Wisdom Zhong Lou at this moment. Beside him was an old man wearing a wizard robe. The old man with a long beard was staring at Anderson with dissatisfaction, and the magic book in his hand was suddenly closed.

"Our Tower of Omniscience has occupied this place for hundreds of years! Thirty years ago, the Original Sin Sect was cleared out from within. Now, the Wisdom Zhong Lou is undoubtedly completely owned by the Tower of Omniscience. At least eight wizards are stationed inside every day! It is the most powerful wizard tower in the Camelot Kingdom. Even if it has not been completely restored to its old appearance, it is one of the only three wizard towers in Camelot."

"No one can take anything away under our noses!"

"Even the remnants of the Original Sin Sect from the past are the same..."

Anderson gazed at the clock tower, which was tens of meters high, observing the somewhat abandoned tower. The old wizard just snapped his fingers, and the entire tower suddenly lit up. The complex colored windows and the various geometric patterns of the spliced windows changed, and secret ritual magic arrays spread out, shrouding the entire tower.

Powerful invisible arts swept across most of Kafas. At the top of the tower, three young wizards held silver lamps, circling around a secret ritual. They chanted ancient poems until the huge oil lamp at the top of the tower suddenly lit up.

The powerful 'Lantern' spirituality swept across the entire Kafas City, and the intense light focused on the old map in the old wizard's hand, burning points and patterns on it.

Anderson lit a cigarette and said: "Is this divination?"

The old wizard said proudly: "That's right, this is the most mysterious and powerful invisible art—Light Divination! Except for the Great Prophecy of the Holy Church, only here, by borrowing the Lantern Father's spirituality accumulated by the Wisdom Zhong Lou, can we shroud the entire Kafas in an instant, illuminate every trace, and then ask the Lantern Father, the representative of reason in the Spirit Realm, to brand the answer."

"There are traces of all spiritual remnants in Kafas on the map today..."

The old wizard looked at the scorched spots on the map and frowned slightly. He pointed to those dot-shaped spots and said: "The circle should represent the remnants of the Blood Cup spirituality, close to red, representing 'Original Sin'."

Anderson connected those traces slightly with a pen and found that they roughly matched the blood cases of these days, but some should be slaughters that happened in the sewers that had not been discovered by the Night Watchers.

Connecting these traces, Anderson felt a bit familiar.

Then he took out an oil paper from his chest, which was a pattern he drew according to a huge tree-shaped mysterious figure written in blood on the outer wall in the blood case that happened in the prison yesterday.

The oil paper and the map overlapped.

The two overlapped vaguely...

The Great Wizard lifted his head solemnly and looked at Anderson. At the root of the blood tree, a ring representing focus and concentration overlapped vaguely with the Wisdom Zhong Lou on the map...

Qian Chen wiped away a trace of the Lantern Father's mark in the Spirit Realm and covered the reflection of spirituality in the small courtyard under the lamp light.

When the Light Divination technique illuminated the entire Kafas, Qian Chen used the mirror in the Spirit Realm to reflect the light to a farther place. The spirituality there was vaguely branded on the map in his hand. Against the traces burned by the lamp light on the map, Qian Chen drew a line on several scorched spots with his fingernails.

"The spirituality in the direction of the Fog City is the most powerful, a huge lantern..." The scorching traces of the palace and church area on the old Camelot map in Qian Chen's hand were the heaviest.

The Holy Lantern Cathedral was almost burned through a hole, but there was another burn trace that spread from the hole all the way to Kafas.

"At least two Transformers are rushing to Kafas... and a Complete Person, that is, the Living Saint mentioned by the Holy Church, is sitting in the Holy Lantern Cathedral!"

The spirituality of the palace area tends to be Lantern, but also has traces of Cup, Mirror, and Beast!

Similarly, a Transformer also came from there. It is estimated to be a transcendent representing the Camelot royal family. Qian Chen gazed at the traces burned there. It was like a seven-headed beast with the Platinum Palace and Hampton Court as wings and the old Dun River as the body!

Red Dragon...

"The bloodline of Pendragon, is it really a Red Dragon?"

"The Hour of July, the Beast representing wildness, demon, and power—Great Sun Golden Bell! Its relationship with me is not very good. Pulling it to this world is purely because I covet its Ten Thousand Demon Dao Fruit." Qian Chen had a headache.

The royal bloodline of Camelot is actually the seven-headed Red Dragon transformed by the Beast, one of the six Hours of the Abyss symbolizing the fall.

But the dragon has seven heads, and Pendragon is only one of them.

But it also means that the royal bloodline of Camelot must contain the tendency to fall, and they bear extremely powerful Original Sin, because the Red Dragon is also a symbol of Original Sin. ===== CHAPTER 897 =====