The trap had been set. Now they only had to wait for the prey to take the bait.
Within the Ancient Clan.
Today was Gu Kehan's funeral. According to Ancient Clan customs, the dead had to be cremated, their bodies burned to ashes. One portion of the ashes would be scattered to the wind as a sign of reverence for the heavenly dao, while another would be spread over the earth in gratitude for its nurturing.
The Ancient Clan had grown amid the trials of natural disasters. They spent their lives contending against the heavenly dao, which only made them revere heaven and earth all the more.
Whoosh!
Flames rose atop the stone platform, blazing fiercely. Gu Kehan's body lay amid the fire, undergoing cremation.
A Mystic God's body was far too powerful. Reducing it to ashes would take many days. The flames on the stone platform would continue burning until the body had been fully refined.
The flames danced, forming strange visions. They took the shape of Gu Kehan as he had been in life, while another cluster of fire became a savage demonic beast. Gu Kehan roared and swung his great axe, battling the beast, with countless clansmen behind him.
The flames shifted continuously, playing out scene after scene.
This was a ritual.
Many people stood solemnly around the stone platform, bowing their heads in mourning. Three people knelt at the very front: Gu Kehan's three sons.
Before their knees lay bloody demonic beast heads, giving off a pungent stench of blood. They were offerings for the deceased, and offerings to the heavenly dao.
"Fan Lang's trace still hasn't been found. Once the funeral is over, I'll go look for him myself. I'll drag him out no matter what," Gu Bili said as he stared at the crimson