Before the main hall of Sutta Temple.
Several hundred people had changed from kneeling to sitting cross-legged, solemnly chanting prayers.
The sound of scriptures droned on,
Merging into a dull wave of sound that echoed above the temple.
On the offering table.
The human face still bore the terror it had felt before death, while the three incense sticks burning in the bronze censer beside it gave off a calming fragrance. The contrast of the scene was striking.
Lin Tingkai still stood before the offering table.
His eyes were fixed on the curling smoke. He looked calm, but his tightly pressed lips betrayed the unease in his heart.
The Sea God Rite was held every year, but today was different from before.
Previously, it had merely been going through the motions.
They had neither used living people as Sacrificial Offerings nor attempted to communicate with the Sea God. To put it bluntly, it was just a group of people entertaining themselves.
But now, it was different.
He needed to invite out the Sea God, then hold some sort of conversation on a supernatural level.
"Hope everything goes smoothly..."
Lin Tingkai thought to himself.
However...
As the saying went, what one feared most often came to pass. The moment one prayed for things to go smoothly, the seeds of failure had often already been planted.
Not long after.
He suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
He abruptly raised his head.
He saw that the incense in the bronze censer had somehow begun burning at an utterly abnormal speed, shrinking downward so quickly it was almost visible to the naked eye.
The smoke was rapidly thickening as well.
Its color gradually changed from gray to grayish-black, as if it had been contaminated by something.
"Something's wrong!"
Lin Tingkai sensed danger. His eyes