I Urge You to Die

The sacrificial rites continued below.

A mysterious power, invisible to ordinary people, is constantly flying upwards into the sky through rituals.

When faced with life and death, this Heavenly Dao also exerted all its power.

Heavenly Dao has no mind, but it has a sense of awareness and a natural tendency to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

In fact, many basic 'divination' techniques rely on inquiring about the local Heavenly Dao to determine good or bad fortune, rather than relying on one's own calculations, but simply asking the heavens.

At this very moment, the Heavenly Dao of this world clearly sensed that if the World Barrier were breached, it would inevitably fall into the predicament of being refined, just like a hundred years ago.

So even Heavenly Dao is going all out.

This continued for a day and a night.

The high-ranking officials of the Sacred Flame Tribe who were in charge of the sacrifices all looked somewhat tired. Although they all possessed some level of cultivation, the sacrifices were something that could not be taken lightly, and they needed to constantly offer up some of their own energy, or even things like the fate of the nation, which led to extreme exhaustion.

Just like the grand ceremony that Li Qi once held in Guangyang, these civil and military officials are the 'central hub' that carries and circulates various energies, and it is also the place where the Shaman should be.

This is no easy task.

Although hundreds of people shared the burden and the ritual itself was well-optimized, it was still a heavy burden at the end of the day.

"Take a break. I'll take over from now on. You can rest for three days and four Chen. Do you know what Chen is? Don't miss it," Li Qi said to the tired crowd.

The high-ranking officials of the Sacred Flame Tribe expressed their gratitude, bowed to Li Qi, and then withdrew from the sacrificial center.

Li Qi made progress and entered it.

The pressure that was meant to be shared by hundreds of people fell on his shoulders alone.

The others had just relaxed a little when they saw this scene, and were immediately dumbfounded.

Is this even possible?

Such immense pressure was weighing on one person, and he looked more relaxed than anyone else present!

Moreover, this responsibility lasted for three days.

That's... unbelievable.

Li Qi, however, paid no attention to these matters.

He simply closed his eyes and silently did what he was supposed to do.

Another day has passed, and those high-ranking officials have left, each going to recuperate in their own way.

Li Qi stood atop the altar, maintaining stability and waging a tug-of-war with the outside world using the power of the World Barrier and the Heavenly Dao itself.

However, although it's described as a tug-of-war, everything is taking a turn for the worse.

Even with the advantage of location, how could Li Qi possibly defeat the Green Mountain God? He could only delay the inevitable defeat.

Therefore, we must have other bargaining chips.

The other chips...

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, an old, limping member of the Holy Sacred Flame Tribe, struggling to control his body, landed a hundred feet away from Li Qi.

"They've really come," Li Qi said.

Then, he looked at the altar he had set up, one of which was an 'Ancient Sacred King Altar'.

It was precisely the "sacrificial altar at the foot of the mountain, where an ancient Sacred King's altar was set up, with two supreme deities seated to the left of him" that he had arranged beforehand.

A significant portion of the energy in the sacrifice was dedicated to this person.

He, like the Heavenly Dao, belongs to the part that is sacrificed.

Therefore, he should now be capable enough to stand up and find Li Qi.

Unlike the dark exoskeleton of ordinary Sacred Flame Tribe, his exoskeleton was white, with a bright and dazzling color that made the difference immediately apparent.

This Sacred King, who had lost his will to fight, still appeared here.

He slowly dragged his limping leg to Li Qi's side. "You..."

"Ah, Sacred King, you've come. I still remember the things we talked about when we first met." Li Qi smiled, seemingly quite at ease despite bearing the responsibility of being the central hub of Qi.

"Your job... is no easy task," the Sacred King said, glancing at Li Qi.

Unlike Gaga, he is a genuine Rank 6, the strongest being that the Sacred Flame Realm can support.

Of course, he was a native of the sixth rank.

Therefore, despite both being of the sixth rank, he was easily paralyzed by the Green Mountain God, and even his innate 'sword' was broken.

Even the heart of a warrior was shattered, and the will to fight could no longer be mustered.

It was a hopeless gap; his proud swordsmanship and martial arts skills were easily crushed by the Green Mountain God.

Now, I only came to see it because I felt the ritual was being performed.

"It's alright, I'm used to it," Li Qi said with a shrug.

He had indeed gotten used to it. The difficulty lay in arranging the flow and operation of so much Qi, but for Li Qi, performing information calculations had almost become second nature.

"Are you used to it? That is indeed a very powerful force," the Sacred King replied in a hoarse voice.

"And you? Have you gotten used to things as they are now? Is the power of habit so strong that you can no longer move?" Li Qi asked in return.

"Perhaps so. I've almost forgotten how to fight." The Sacred King found a place to sit down and said nonchalantly, seemingly oblivious to Li Qi's sarcasm.

"You've almost forgotten, haven't you?" Li Qi sat down next to him.

"No need for hints. If I take one step out, I will die. This time, there is no chance to abandon my sword and escape." The Sacred King shook his head and said this.

Upon hearing this, Li Qi suddenly realized what was going on.

The native cultivation methods of the Sacred Flame Realm are largely considered martial arts, but they are a naturally developed form of martial arts, born from their 'Heaven-Born Sword'.

The foundation of martial arts is one's State of Mind. If a martial artist's heart is shattered, he will naturally lose his power.

But how could something like that be so easily broken? Many times, a warrior would rather die than surrender, so Li Qi never knew how this Sacred King's warrior spirit had been broken.

Now it seems that he abandoned his sword and fled in order to risk his life.

No wonder it's so decadent.

Upon learning this, Li Qi suddenly took out a pot of wine.

"I don't think your world has anything like this. Try it." Li Qi flicked his finger, and the plant next to him suddenly grew, producing two wooden wine cups.

Controlling ordinary plants only requires manipulating the life force within them; no Technique Method is needed. It is a basic skill of Shaman.

However, as a reward, Li Qi gave a wisp of wood energy to this native plant of the Sacred Flame Realm.

The probability of it becoming a spirit will be greatly increased, and it will not force the formation of a wine glass and cause any health problems.

It is not kindness, but 'justice'; it is a fair exchange, not an offering or charity, but a ritual.

The rituals of Shintoism involve offering sacrifices to deities and begging for alms; such rituals are improper.

Li Qi always believed that Shaman should be mediators of all things, the balance between heaven, Heaven, Earth, Humanity, Spirits, Ghosts, and ghosts. The first step was to eliminate charity. Therefore, the sacrifices he presided over were mainly based on equal communication and exchange.

A rock drifted over naturally, and then a strange wind blew up, like a razor, shaving it flat and blowing away all the dust, leaving it as clean as if it had been washed.

The table was set up for the two of them, and Li Qi picked up a wine glass, placed it in front of them, and filled each of them.

This wine was taken from the banquet of the Trumpet Flower God. Although it's not the finest wine, it's certainly the best drink in this world.

This was one of the few bottles of wine Li Qi had on him. After all, Li Qi didn't actually drink much; he had just taken a little wine from the banquet hosted by the Flower Trumpet Flower God because of his hamster-like nature.

Why not take it if it's free?

This wine is called "Hong Luo," named after a dancer. It is not strong and is a mild wine commonly used in brothels. It is characterized by its sweet taste and mellow aftertaste, which makes people appear to have a "high tolerance" and can easily drink a lot without feeling uncomfortable.

However, the aftereffects are quite strong. The more you drink, the more drowsy you become. Even those at the sixth rank find it hard to resist the effects of the alcohol. Although you don't feel anything after drinking several jars at first, after a few rounds of drinks, once you're thoroughly enjoying yourself, the alcohol kicks in again, and you can't get off the table. You're no longer so restrained, and you have a reason to "lose your temper" once.

Drinking in a party should be like this: everyone has a high tolerance for alcohol, everyone is capable of losing control, and drinking is for enjoyment, not for venting.

The Sacred King was unaware of these intricacies; he simply picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

Then he spat it out. "It tastes awful, I can't drink it."

Li Qi was surprised. "Hmm? This thing doesn't work through taste. A seventh-grade wine directly affects the microcosm of the human body. If it were sprinkled with honey nectar, how could it taste bad?"

As he spoke, he took a bite.

It is sweet and delicious, with a wonderful aroma. It is a first-class wine that can make even a sixth-grade person drunk. Moreover, it has a taste that transcends biological taste and no race would find it unpleasant to drink.

"Too sweet, too cloying," the Sacred King said expressionlessly.

The Sacred Flame Tribe are all expressionless; their faces don't move at all, and they express all their emotions through their voices. However, Li Qi could tell from his voice that he was indeed 'expressionless'.

"Really? You don't like this taste?" Li Qi chuckled and took out a jar. "But we don't have anything else, so this will do. Just make do with it for now. Once the alcohol kicks in, it'll make you feel better. Your world doesn't have alcohol, so the feeling will probably make you feel... how should I put it, quite peculiar, right?"

After Li Qi finished speaking, he didn't talk about anything else.

He simply returned to the altar and silently went about his business.

He is building a new altar.

This time, the burning sacrifice from the Nine Sacrifices was used.

The Nine Sacrifices are the nine most fundamental sacrificial rituals mastered by the Shaman, similar to the basic stance in martial arts, representing the very foundation.

A firewood altar was built southeast of the circular platform on the mountain. The firewood was twelve feet high and one zhang square. A door with a south-facing opening was opened, six feet square. Another circular altar was built at the foot of the mountain, with three sections and twelve steps.

The altar was designed according to local conditions, with the altar decorated with the color Yuan and the four sides in the same color. There were three mounds outside the altar, and firewood was piled up and burned on the south side of the altar, just like the ritual on the mountain. There were also jade books, all made of jade tablets bound together with gold rope. Each tablet was 1.2 feet long, 1.2 inches wide, and 0.3 inches thick, with characters carved in jade and filled with gold.

Li Qi silently did all this, no longer caring about anything outside, truly ignoring the situation outside.

By the time the brand-new altar was completed, several Chen had passed, and it was already completely dark.

Beyond the sky, countless evil spirits lurked on it.

Li Qi his vision to observe the 'qi' and looked at the sky.

There is a reddish aura like fire, its light illuminating the earth. It descends upon the earth in a fiery blaze, bursting forth like scattered pearls. Evil energy sprinkles across the sky, causing the three celestial bodies to lose their course, rivers to burst and mountains to collapse. Those who are affected by it will suffer from the calamity, and the ominous signs will bring chaos.

When the whole country is invaded by the army, it is a sign of military chaos.

The results of the divination came into Li Qi's view.

This world is about to be plunged into endless war.

There are starving corpses in the fields, but no one knows how to collect them; dogs and pigs eat people.

Several acres of land are used to bury hundreds of graves, and a family cries in two or three different ways.

The dog bites the shank, its tendons still soft; the crow pecks at the skull, its blood still wet.

Even the Iron Man felt a pang of sadness upon seeing this.

This is a catastrophe that has swept across the world. It may be a small matter in the myriad worlds, and there may even be countless worlds that are currently in such a state. But... for the natives of the Sacred Flame Realm, this is everything.

Li Qi suddenly fell into deep thought.

It was the very question that had puzzled him before, about the path he believed in.

What is the concept of "good" for the world and "good" for the individual if they conflict?

Just like now, if we want to preserve this world, we must sacrifice individuals. Most of these individuals probably don't want to be sacrificed, but they have no choice.

Given the prevailing circumstances, who has a choice?

Li Qi had no answer.

So he simply opened his eyes, kept his questions to himself, and decided to think about them later.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the wine jar was empty and the Sacred King had disappeared.

This was within Li Qi's expectations, so he wasn't surprised.

He simply stood up and walked to the newly built altar.

Then, recite the blessing:

"The rites of the Sacred King have been cultivated for a hundred generations. The meaning of the suburban sacrifices belongs to the three spirits. They are adapted to the times and Ge Ritual according to the feelings. Moreover, there is no greater honor than Heaven and no greater rite than the ancestral temple. The solemn and illustrious offerings should not be different. Now, the offerings of the ancestral temples are set in the constant form, and we must strive to be pure and clean."

"The mountains, rivers, and seas are all high mountains and vast waters. Since the beginning of heaven and earth, the spirits of heroes have gathered to become gods. They must all be ordained by heaven. Heaven bestows upon these heroes, and they are moved to expound their thoughts. They deeply lament the desolation and filth, and engrave them inscriptions. They are hung in the sun and stars, and thus their fame is passed down. Even if there are decaying bones and rotten flesh, they will be distributed to the land and flow into the valleys. They will not avoid water and fire, so that the world will follow their example. Thus, the world will die and wish to die young."

The meaning of this blessing is self-evident.

As he chanted, the entire altar burst into flames. The burning sacrifice itself was a one-time ritual, striving to fully transmit its power.

The offerings were then broken.

But then I saw the sacrificial offerings—

It is a closed trumpet Trumpet Flower.

Outside the World Barrier, the Green Mountain God, who had been presiding over the formation with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"Ah, it's you. You actually dare to come out. Do you really think you can do anything?" Jin Chi said indifferently, his expression completely unconcerned.

But atop the World Barrier stood the Sacred Flame Tribe Sacred King.

The demons sneered and laughed, discussing how to use this person to strengthen the formation.

He didn't say anything, but silently stepped forward.

Having no sword in his hand, he clenched his fist.