The End

As Li Qi spoke, the sacrifice was complete.

The ritual Li Qi had conducted was a death sacrifice—simply put, a rite for the dead.

What he had sacrificed to were the earth spirits.

Yet for beings such as earth spirits, they were not particularly sensitive to such things. Whether living or dead, they accepted it calmly. As primordial sprites of nature itself, they could naturally accept death, which had always been part of nature's cycle.

Just like the Human Path.

The earth gave birth to humanity, yet when humanity prepared to destroy the earth, the earth would not even resist. It would only die quietly.

Giving birth to children, then being killed by one's own children, and finally entering death alongside all one's children—this was only natural. But... when the world was destroyed, every living thing within it would naturally be destroyed as well.

Humanity itself was part of nature. Once nature died, humanity should have died alongside it.

Yet humanity had refused this natural course. They would not perish alongside nature; they believed themselves to have surpassed it.

That was precisely what Li Qi had exploited.

He used his Inner Gods to bear the gray flames brought about by the death of the earth, then used them as an offering. The object of his sacrifice was the Heavenly Gods.

He presented the deaths of the earth spirits before the Heavenly Gods.

Naturally, the Heavenly Gods would not intervene. Clearly, on this battlefield of Baiyue, no other force from the Nine Lands of the World would interfere.

This battle belonged solely to humanity and the shamans.

But Li Qi did not need the Heavenly Gods to act. What he needed was the blessing bestowed by the Heavenly Gods. This was a shaman's ability; no one could say otherwise.

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