Valley Ritual

Two months later, magical artifacts of every kind had all been completed by the craftsmen.

Duan Rong inspected them one by one, and had some redone.

He built a pavilion in the valley and placed all the completed magical artifacts inside it.

Though all the magical artifacts had been completed, and the four Mountain Body Divine Statues had been turned into painted divine statues, the problems ahead were even more cumbersome.

That was the training for the ritual.

Duan Rong had already studied it carefully. To conduct the ritual in full required ninety-nine people. This number might carry some meaning, perhaps even forming part of the secret art's Altar City. But Duan Rong had no time to ponder such details now.

The rest was manageable. After all, he was also the head of the Judgment and Rectification Department, and with Zhu He's requisition order, he could summon those craftsmen and gather ninety-nine people.

The key issue was another troublesome part of the ritual: the Buddhist Chants.

Duan Rong looked at the Buddhist instruments inside the pavilion and could not help knitting his brows tightly.

Wooden fish, drums, chime bells, Bronze Bells, cloud gongs, cymbals, flutes—every sort of instrument was there. The other ritual details could be trained, but for these Buddhist Chant instruments, anyone who did not understand music simply could not handle them. If they had to start learning now, who knew whether it would take until the year of the monkey and month of the horse.

As Duan Rong fiddled with those instruments in distress, Jiang Hanyan suddenly came to mind.

Jiang Hanyan's master, Lin Youjian, cultivated Sound Wave Force. Thus, most of Lin Youjian's disciples were well versed in music. If he could bring several of them here, the matter would be solved.

Thinking of this, Duan