Watching the Barbarian Maiden slowly drift down from the sky, Ye Zhen's heart suddenly trembled, and he could scarcely tear his gaze away from her.
Her bare feet outshone frost and snow, her lovely hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore only a short, brightly woven vest, her full, proud breasts and snow-white, slender waist captivating the soul.
Yet what truly stirred the heart was the aura about this Barbarian Maiden.
She felt like a tender yet resilient blade of grass growing toward the sun, every inch of her brimming with boundless vitality.
A strange feeling arose: it seemed that, in that instant, every blade of grass and plant in all directions had lost its color.
"Close your eyes! Do you want to be discovered?" Ge Xuan's furious voice rang through everyone's spirit palaces.
Instinctively, Ye Zhen shut his eyes. Yet the countless grasses and plants around the Barbarian Sacred Lake became his eyes.
Gently soothing Little Cat in his arms, Ye Zhen carefully activated his divine soul to observe the situation by the lake.
When the first wave of barbarians appeared around the Barbarian Sacred Lake, Princess Changle had already asked Eunuch Di to return Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao to Ye Zhen.
The barbarians seemed to be preparing for some grand ceremony. Several hundred Barbarian Priests gathered here, centered around more than a hundred aged priests clad in hemp robes, twisting their bodies as they performed a Ritual Dance steeped in ancient rhythms. As they danced, meaningless ancient syllables spilled from their mouths.
But what was terrifying was that amid their Ritual Dance, countless strange auras rose up around Ye Zhen and the others hidden beneath the lake.
The waters of the Barbarian Sacred Lake began to churn as a massive Stone Altar slowly