Like rain flowing upward from below, each strand of glowing patterns contained the purest Mental Power.
Here, Weijia struggled to open his eyes.
His body had unknowingly swollen like a pufferfish. Floating uncontrollably among the strands of glowing patterns, he resembled a balloon.
Fear and unease made the awakened Weijia turn pale with fright.
At that moment, two pairs of indifferent eyes were studying him... Big Sister Black Rain and Hu Mei.
Weijia instantly felt ice-cold. The moment he awoke, he already knew that the Huang Zi disguise covering his body had faded... He had been discovered.
"You... What are you going to do to me..."
Speaking was difficult, and even breathing had become unusually labored. His body continued to swell, making Weijia wish he were dead.
"The Sacrifice of the Ancients. We need a sacrifice." Hu Mei casually sized Weijia up. "You didn't really think you could fool everyone and profit here under Huang Zi's identity, did you?"
"What is... the Sacrifice of the Ancients?!"
Now that his identity had been exposed, Weijia had no intention of arguing too much, much less begging for mercy... He would rather die than beg.
But Hu Mei did not answer his question. Instead, she suddenly glanced at Big Sister Black Rain.
The Sacrifice of the Ancients was an extremely taboo ritual. Activating it required at least one of the Five-Colored Emissaries as a sacrifice. It was also possible to sacrifice all five together, but given the individual nature of the Five-Colored Emissaries, the possibility of all five sacrificing themselves was practically nonexistent.
Big Sister Black Rain was the initiator of this sacrifice, but she clearly had no intention of sacrificing herself... Yet Weijia's appearance had made a sacrifice possible.
Hu Mei had never imagined that Lan Dali, the embodiment of ambition, and