A strange sound rang out in the smoke.
Click, clack.
It sounded like joints cracking, enough to set anyone's teeth on edge.
The devout men and women kneeling on the floor dared not look up when they heard it. Instead, they chanted all the more frantically.
They were followers of the Compassionate Medicine King.
Their leader raised his head, his eyes burning as he gazed at the Vertical Eye in the smoke, his whole body trembling with excitement.
This was a miracle of Abundance!
By coating an ancient remnant branch of the Ambrosial Arbor with fragrant saliva imbued with the power of Abundance, they had awakened its undying, immortal power.
The ancient secrets of Abundance had been revived. They would guide the Xianzhou natives back onto the great road to liberation and ascension!
But why did that sound seem so unsettling?
If the smoke had thinned enough for him to see what was happening inside, he would have found it even stranger.
A boy stood on the offering table, moving his limbs.
Only, the range of those movements was rather excessive.
His hands had almost bent backward, his joints popping out of their sockets under the strain.
Chu Mu found the sight before him rather novel.
He was not looking through the Vertical Eye on his forehead. Instead, his viewpoint floated high, high above.
It was as though he were in the sky, looking down at himself on the ground.
Threads stretched down from above, connecting to the body below.
From Chu Mu's perspective, structures such as the roof seemed to turn transparent automatically, allowing him an unobstructed view of himself below.
It felt as though his soul had left his body and risen into the air.
With a thought, Chu Mu manipulated the threads, and the flesh-and-blood body below