Upon the ice-and-snow altar, the dancing little girl of ice and snow shuddered all over. Her body, which had originally turned to ice and snow, returned to normal, while the female Daoist, who had been cheering moments ago, froze stiffly in place. Her eyes bulged as she stared into the void, mouth gaping wide like a toad.
Both the little girl and the female Daoist heard countless prayers echoing beside their ears.
"Praise True Lord Yu Chen Who Guides the Dead! Through the myriad worlds and ten directions, he guides countless souls..."
"Praise True Lord Yankang the Dao-Hermit! When heaven and earth first opened, the principles of the Dao were yet undivided..."
The two chants of praise repeated without end, their wording gradually undergoing subtle changes as the original sacrificial verses for the Lord of Ice and Snow were woven into them bit by bit. Slowly, traces of brightness emerged in the little girl's eyes, while the female Daoist burst into laughter again and joined the prayers in shouting aloud.
With the first prayer spoken, the auras of the two seemed to receive some form of nourishment, and the breath Tongtian exhaled flowed naturally into their bodies. During this time, Tongtian could also sense that, in the unseen realm, Dao laws and principles were turning. Things resembling the qi of Highest Purity, or concepts akin to it, began pouring into their spirituality.
In contrast, Yu Chen himself seemed to have received some nourishment.
It was exceedingly faint and minuscule, yet it undeniably existed.
Tongtian narrowed his eyes and sensed it carefully. The power of spirituality?
As he pondered, he carefully responded to Yu Chen's memories and attempted to contact Yu Chen.
While Tongtian was thinking, the little girl and the female Daoist in the human-world cave also underwent subtle changes