The sun was already high, its morning light bright and gentle.
More than half the Black Tower Tribe had gathered at the sacred grounds. Over four thousand barbarians crowded together, yet the atmosphere remained solemn and united-a testament to their reverence and devotion toward this place!
Silver Wing had brought Fang to the Ritual Altar early, her cheeks flushed with excitement and her eyes shimmering with wonder.
The Ritual Altar was a dark stone platform roughly a hundred meters across, majestic and imposing, radiating an ancient, weathered air. A thick crust of dark blood covered it. At its center stood a dark, elongated structure resembling both a pillar and a pagoda, its surface covered in mysterious, uncanny patterns!
A short while later, High Priest Soul Devourer King, Chieftain Cloudsplitter, and the elders arrived and conducted a ritual in a mysterious, incomprehensible tongue.
Hundreds of barbarian warriors dragged dozens of enormous beasts and fierce birds onto the platform: a hundred-zhang Bearman, a thousand-meter python, a blazing fire beast, a mountain-sized savage elephant, a ferocious earth dragon, a mountain-shattering giant ape, and more. They roared wildly as they were hauled onto the Ritual Altar.
Blades sliced and stabbed. The dozens of roaring, struggling beasts and birds were held firmly down, their blood gushing toward the black pillar and spreading across the stone platform, swiftly forming a pool.
Ritual worship?! A blood rite? Sacrifice? Witchcraft?
Maintaining his foolish grin, Xiao Ying pondered in confusion. Fortunately, he sensed no danger, so he remained relatively calm and composed.
"Be good! Don't be afraid! Remember what your big sister told you. You must hold on! Hold on..."
Through his confusion, Xiao Ying felt a push. Countless people were watching him. Silver Wing was nudging him toward the platform, while the High Priest stood above, regarding him