The noon sun cast down brilliant radiance, hanging high in the sky over the Southern Three States, gazing upon the two-thousand-li expanse of Cloud Land. Yet the enlightening Death God Star, keeping company with The Sun's Goddess of Victory, had withdrawn all its light.
He indulged himself in the Temple of the Goddess of Spring in the Lake Capital. What his eyes could see was no more than an open-air courtyard two hundred meters square, as if all the vast grandeur under heaven had given way to those enchanting, alluring figures that dazzled the eyes, to those fantastical and mysterious fox-shadows of temptation, to an unprecedented grand performance, an intoxicating, unrestrained goddess ritual...
"Honored Prince Xolotl, the Goddess of Victory is in the rear hall, dressing and changing with the Spirit Foxes... Please also put on the attire of the ancestors and wait and rest in the front hall... The goddess ritual later will be very, very exhausting, you know!..."
The setting sun drooped over the lake, and night surged in from the edge of the sky, encircling the temple complex of the Goddess of Spring. The Goddess's Temple was neither tall nor magnificent, and there was no splendor to be seen—only plain, unadorned walls everywhere, except for the many newly inlaid Lake Gems, which cast out gorgeous, multicolored rays, like the moving brilliance of springtime forests and mountains.
With the help of two priestesses, Xolotl changed into a set of "God-descendant warrior's attire." He lowered his head and looked at the only loincloth on his body, then looked at the short wooden club in his hand, and just like that he had turned into a savage primitive—no, into an ancient ancestor.
"Your Highness, the ritual is about to begin. Please follow me to the courtyard to watch..."
Xolotl followed