Destiny is ashes

Chapter 33: The Fate of the Mysterious Yin Star
“Haha, choose for yourself!”

Hearing this, even An Jing couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

He did not think that the Demon Church would lie about this - the 108 people left behind were all elites. Even if they did not awaken their destiny, they would be able to reach the level of Instructor Li with a strong internal energy in the future, which was enough to form the backbone and low-end of an organization.

Even if they fail, the cult will not do anything to the survivors.

This statement seems grand and upright, but in fact it evades the main point, as if death is a low-probability event, and instead emphasizes the glory of the "successful ones" and the guaranteed treatment of the losers.

As for the phrase "choose for yourself"...

While the owner of the medicine shop was speaking, An Jing smelled a strange fragrance.

The fragrance was quite faint, and if he had not been pretending to be concentrating and was not actually paying attention to his surroundings, he would have hardly been able to smell it.

Not long after smelling the strange fragrance, An Jing realized that his heartbeat began to accelerate, and his courage began to grow as if he had drunk alcohol. He even began to have such bold but incomprehensible thoughts as "standing up and scolding the owner of the medicine manor and exposing the conspiracy of the evil cult"!

Nowadays, no one would believe what he said, he couldn't influence anything, and people would only think he was crazy - but An Jing suddenly had such impulse and courage!
——He actually drugged me!
Even An Jing couldn't help himself, let alone the other children? Immediately, after the owner of the medicine manor said, "Whether you are willing to participate or not is entirely up to you," everyone responded loudly, "Yes!"
An Jing shouted out without hesitation—he noticed that Bai Qinghan did the same.

Indeed, the other party is just uneducated, but not stupid.

"very good."

After seeing all the children move in unison, the owner of the medicine shop smiled with satisfaction and said, "Then, let the ceremony begin!"

"Worship the Supreme God, all disciples burn incense!"

Accompanied by the chanting, the twelve groups of 108 registered disciples who were performing the ritual burned incense with the altars of their groups as the center, paying homage to the Emperor of Heaven, also known as the "Heaven", "Heavenly Father" and "God".

It's not just the Tianyi Sect, there are many sects, and even the Dachen National Sacrifice requires sacrifices to the Emperor of Heaven and the Empress of Earth, so no one thinks it's wrong - and such a worship ceremony is not just a simple ritual, it can also unite everyone, allowing those who perform the ceremony together to have a sense of belonging, accomplishment and pride.

The Emperor of Heaven does not have a specific image, but when people in the world build temple sculptures for Him, he is transformed into a kindly old man. However, the sacrifices of the Tianyi Sect and the royal family are the same. They absolutely do not have any image, but simply offer sacrifices to the Heaven.

But such sacrifices, on the contrary, represent a very high level of ritual - if there were no special terrain and status, wanting to perform a ritual to the 'completely real sky' rather than the 'God limited by idol sculptures' is equivalent to one person's cry, trying to awaken all the sleeping people in the world.

Xuanming Manor occupies such a special terrain!

After burning incense, ancient patterns began to light up on the jade altar.

"All disciples, return to your positions, start the ritual, and open the Valley of Life!"

The chanters were the lecturers who taught the scriptures in Xuanmingzhuang. Their voices were grand and ethereal. An Jing and others also sat cross-legged on the jade platform in turn.

When sitting on the jade platform, An Jing suddenly felt that he could communicate with the other eight people in his group - after rigorous training, they could indeed cooperate with each other without much words, just through actions.

But after burning incense and performing a sacrifice ceremony, which made the jade platform glow slightly, he could clearly sense other people's emotions!
Desire, curiosity, fear, confusion, calmness, the desire to behave well and attract others' attention, the fantasy of becoming a formal disciple, learning superb martial arts, returning home in glory and bringing back parents...

All kinds of emotions and desires surge like a river.

Calming myself down also arouses desire.

He wants to live, and live with everyone who wants to live.

Unlike all other young boys and girls, he knew the intention behind every move of the cult and the sinister intentions behind their gentle masks.

He believed in his own abilities and qualities, but he didn't know if he could survive if he continued like this. He wanted to reunite with his mother, he wanted to see his father, he wanted to survive with his friends, and move towards the future together...

An Jing wants greater power, to control his own destiny, and then... decide the direction of his own life.

——He wants to live, live freely!
It was at this moment that the twelve groups of 108 people were in tune with each other and their desires were surging.

With the twelve jade platforms as the core, light green patterns lit up, spreading from the jade platforms to the ground and even in the air, until they linked up with each other, forming an extremely huge ancient array pattern, slowly rotating on the altars.

The head of the medicine manor took a step forward, cut his hand with a jade dagger, splashed blood, and shouted loudly: "Use blood as a scroll, and soul as a sacrifice!"

"Please respect the gods and rectify the law!"

The other lecturer leaders who surrounded the altar, forming an even larger formation, all cut their hands with jade daggers, spilled blood, and shouted in unison.

“Please respect the gods and uphold the Fa!” “Please respect the gods and uphold the Fa!” “Please respect the gods and uphold the Fa!”

For a moment, it was like a tsunami, the mighty sound mixed with the sudden surging wind, instantly causing white fog to settle around the Life Valley, and dark clouds to gather, making it dark despite being daytime.

In this chaotic fog where heaven and earth are unclear and day and night cannot be distinguished.

A hazy, shadowy giant hand, as if made of pure black mist, slowly emerged from the depths of the Xuanming Valley.

Then, it gently covered the twelve jade altars.

"Clang!"

At the same time, stimulated by this, the twelve jade platforms all burst into light.

Unlike the devil's hand in the valley, these jade altars are real Shinto sacrifices, containing supreme sword intent. Now stimulated by the breath of the devil, they all release sharp sword intent.

Immediately, rays of jade-green sword energy shot out from the depths of the white sand land, and were in a stalemate with the dark giant hand that stretched out from the valley, bursting out with star-like murderous energy, illuminating the sky valley.

"It's done! Demon Sword God, God's will is coming!"

After doing all this, everyone, including the owner of the medicine manor, looked depressed, but the old man's eyes were extremely excited: "Next, it depends on the luck of these materials!"

"Life or death depends entirely on 'fate'!"

Before the owner of Yaozhuang could finish his words, a bright star suddenly rose in the Zhuozi group in the north of the formation.

The stars originated from a young girl sitting on a jade platform. She was young and frail, and seemed like she would be blown away by a gust of wind. But at this moment, her eyes were closed, her mind was immersed in her inner world, and her expression was extremely resolute.

The stars above Bai Qinghan's head were as bright as the moon, waxing and waning, emitting jade-white light, and suspended between the sword energy and the devil's hand.

A moon-white starlight lit up from behind her head, circling in a circle and forming a halo behind Bai Qinghan's head.

The halo was jade white, and as it rotated, it manifested strange totems of the waxing and waning moons, and exuded an indescribable dark and cold color. The dark and cold spirit was everywhere, and mysterious patterns condensed in the air around it, causing a circle of white mist and frost to condense on the altar where Bai Qinghan was and the surrounding land.

"This is……"

At first, the owner of Medicine Manor didn’t react, but he soon fell into ecstasy: “Great! The [Star Evil Strange Fate] of the Seven Fates!”

"The strange stars in the sky, the totem of the Dao; the Southern Dipper in the middle of the sky, the body rests on the moon!"

"This is the pattern of [Yang dies and Yin lives], the fate of the Xuanyin Heavenly Star!"

(End of this chapter)