A quarter-hour before midnight, Jian Qianxiong led the more than fifty high-ranking members of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, who had sat dryly in meditation on the first level of the Sun Moon Divine Altar for two hours, onto the altar of the Ninth Floor.
It had to be said, old ginger was indeed spicier.
Jian Qianxiong had announced the importance of this Divine Sacrifice in advance, then immediately brought the Divine Cult's higher-ups to this isolated place, the Sun Moon Divine Altar.
After all, among these fifty-odd high-ranking members of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, no one could guarantee there were no traitors. Doing this eliminated any possibility of information leaking out.
The Ninth Floor altar was immensely vast. Even after more than fifty people were scattered across it, it still seemed empty.
Yet as they looked at that enormous Divine Statue, everyone felt a measure of anticipation, including the two Grand Elders.
"During the Divine Sacrifice, no walking about, no talking, no gasping in alarm, and absolutely no clamor!"
"During the Divine Sacrifice, you must meditate with utmost sincerity before you can receive grace descended from heaven. Once that grace enters your bodies, silently cultivate and refine it!"
"How much grace each of you receives depends entirely on your own fate and affinity, and on whether you have devoted yourselves to the Divine Cult in ordinary times. If you receive much, do not secretly rejoice. You must persevere and strive ever onward! If you receive little, reflect upon your own faults and correct them diligently, so you may await the next time!"
As Ye Zhen listened to Jian Qianxiong announce these rules one by one, he secretly found them rather amusing.
The Cult Master truly lived up to his name. Even during a single Divine Sacrifice, he had