It was a perfectly conventional rite of worship.
A group of people whose faces could not be made out knelt on the ground, worshipping devoutly.
Judging by the dogwood and the wine served at the feast, they were celebrating the Double Ninth Festival.
The rite they were performing was ancestor worship.
First came the recitation, then the naming, and finally, they began to kowtow.
The worship began.
The Sacrifice burned.
Lin Feng felt the Mountain God's Power inside him rapidly weaken.
It was not because his Mountain God's Power had been stripped away again.
It was because the foundation of that power—the vitality of the trees in these mountain forests—was being burned away by something unseen.
Still, this force was not actually all that overwhelming.
At least, Lin Feng could see that the Ancestral Hall itself had changed to obtain the vitality of those trees.
It began to look more ancient.
Time seemed to pass especially quickly over it. Even its bricks and tiles were coated in a layer of gloomy gray.
Once the price had been paid.
The vitality gathered, becoming nourishment for some immense grievance.
The incense and candles offered to the ancestors burned.
The immense grievance began to burn as well.
With that single act.
Both figures outside the illusion began to change.
The first to change was "A Lu Hun." More precisely, he had mislearned the Buddhist scriptures and misunderstood the "Longevity Method" he had gained, cultivating himself into that thing called the "Thousand-Eyed Hundred-Armed Blood Bodhisattva." Lin Feng had been right: ever since he had returned from the dead, he had already become a Heavenly Demon.
The Heavenly Demon's form began to fade.
Like clouds blown apart.
Under the Ancestral Hall's first kowtow, the "A Lu Huns" formed from those corpses suddenly began to give