The spring wind blew warm, the grass along the road was fragrant, the towering wonder rose high, and ten thousand people bowed low. Surrounded by the crowd, the two supreme leaders of divine authority stood together before the sacred and ancient pyramid wonder, calmly looking at each other.
The High Priest smiled as he asked, and old Fox Petel lowered his eyes. Different emotions churned in their hearts, bringing with them a strange sensation. Some words, some thoughts, could only be discussed and understood by people of similar status and similar experience. Only after a long while did old Fox smile and speak of the heavenly order in his mind.
"Priestly families of inherited bloodlines exist for the gods from generation to generation. They carry out the gods' will, spread the gods' glory, and enjoy their insignificant rewards as well. Nobility is bestowed by heaven, glory bestowed by the gods; the heavenly gods grant bloodlines, and divine descendants repay them with faith! The sacred, by virtue of blood and piety, are able to rule over all people and enjoy veneration for generations! This is an eternal truth that has never changed, continuing from the Olmec age to this day—how could it not be immortal? And if the newborn Mexica Alliance can continue for several hundred years, it too will eventually become the same!"
"Oh? Petel, what you say seems to have some reason to it."
Hearing this, the High Priest raised his brows slightly and nodded with a smile. He gazed at the wonder before him and spoke in a distant voice, describing the idea he had buried in his heart for many years.
"Only, in my view, all things are born and perish, and in the end they return to eternal sleep; it is merely a matter of length.