The Little Boat Sailed Away

Tang Changsheng withdrew his heart-light and drove away the power of devotion. The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp went out, plunging everything around him into dense darkness. Wisps of black vapor seemed to gather around him, wrapping him in a thick fog.

On closer inspection, however, the black vapor had dissolved completely into the air.

A faint smile touched his lips. This time, he had failed to use the immense power of devotion from the ancestor worship to subdue and drive out Fu Shi in one fell swoop, kindle the light there, and connect with the Celestial Star Power.

But he had not come away empty-handed. Far from it—his gains had been immense.

The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp slowly cooled and returned to normal.

The ancestor worship continued. Its lengthy rituals would last half the day, while the rite itself would be held at night.

The fine rain showed no sign of stopping. By nightfall, the weather had turned abruptly cold, bringing a taste of bleak wind and bitter rain.

The clamor of the day had faded. Most of the guests who had come to watch had left; only a few stayed with the descendants of the Three Households, hoping to see the final rite.

For the descendants of the Three Households who had witnessed the miracle during the ancestor worship, everything was different.

Their hearts burned with fervor. What they had seen had done wonders for their sense of belonging, their unity, and their pride in their lineages.

In the past, after thousands of people had spent a whole day exhausting themselves over rituals they did not understand, who knew how many young people would have cursed the whole business under their breath?

But now, every one of them was devout and respectful...

Who knew whether their ancestors, if they