Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 165 The Ancestral God moves to the throne

The voice was old yet proud.
It instantly ignited everyone's emotions.
With his right arm clenched into a fist in front of his chest, the Martial Justice Minister addressed the High Priest on the altar in a loud voice:
"The ancestral deity has moved to his honored position; we shall follow the lead of the Grand Sacrificer!"

The Luo Tou clan members watching behind him also followed the example of Wu Xing Situ, solemnly echoing:
"We will follow the lead of the Grand Priest!"

The high priest sat upright on the altar, his mind filled with ambition, having finally waited for this day.

"Um, High Priest, is it inappropriate for an outsider like me to be present at such an important event as the relocation of the ancestral deity's throne?"

Li Wushou asked in a low voice, somewhat out of place.

The young woman beside him, with a hint of anger in her eyes, also turned her gaze to the wandering sorcerer who had spoken so abruptly, feeling a sense of dissatisfaction.

If you have any questions, just ask me quietly. Why are you being so rude as to interrupt the High Priest?
The high priest on the altar paused, his impending impassioned speech interrupted, and turned his head slightly.

He gazed intently at the wandering Taoist priest who had been invited by him. The priest's face showed a hint of embarrassment and a perfectly measured sense of awkwardness.

Is this because he is uneasy about learning the secrets of the Fallen Clan?
It's a pity it's too late!
From the moment the other party broke into the ancient temple, the High Priest had no intention of letting them live!

Thinking this to himself, the High Priest spoke kindly on the surface:

"The relocation of the ancestral deity to its new position is a major event for the Luotou clan. In addition to the Luotou clan's witness, having a wandering Taoist priest witness it would further demonstrate the Luotou clan's resilience! This is a joyous occasion for the Luotou clan, not something to be kept secret! The wandering Taoist priest is overthinking it!"

Li Wushou nodded slightly, his expression relaxing as if he were much relieved.

After calming Li Wushou down, the High Priest regained his composure and wanted to announce the formal commencement of the transfer of the Ancestral God's throne!
Suddenly, the clear voice of the wandering sorcerer from before was heard again, expressing his gratitude:

"Thank you, High Priest, it is my honor!"

This time, even the other clans in the arena turned their attention to Li Wushou.

But seeing the other party's face full of pride, he didn't know how to vent his anger for a moment!

The high priest paused, his lips twitching involuntarily a few times, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.

Then, looking down at the wandering Taoist priest whose face was full of surprise and honor, she felt even more resentful.

This time, the High Priest did not intend to reply. He nodded in Li Wushou's direction and then stood there quietly gazing at Li Wushou. The other members of the Luotou clan in the room did the same.

It seemed as if everyone was waiting for Li Wushou to ask another question, so the previously enthusiastic atmosphere suddenly turned cold and fell into an eerie silence.

But this time, everyone was clearly disappointed, and Li Wushou remained silent.

Instead, he kept looking at the High Priest with an expectant expression!
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
The high priest felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and he knew that it was because the pent-up emotions had entered his liver.

After a long silence, the High Priest, with a slightly dejected expression, waved his hand and addressed the Minister of Martial and Criminal Justice below:

"Awaken the Ancestral God, and ascend to the throne!"

He dared not ignite his emotions again. Given the current state of his physical exhaustion, if he were interrupted like that twice more, he would die on the altar!
Wu Xing Situ was taken aback. He thought the Grand Priest would say something more, since this was a major event for the Luotou clan, but he didn't expect it to be announced so hastily and simply.

This caught him off guard!
Without making a sound, Wu Xing Situ glanced at the wandering Taoist priest sitting to the side watching the ceremony, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.

But he quickly composed himself and began preparing for the invocation of his ancestors.

The Minister of Justice bowed deeply to the High Priest, then abruptly rose and addressed the row of Luo Tou clan members standing before the ancestral hall:

"Ring the clan bell!"

"promise!"

The group gladly accepted the order and then turned back to the ancestral hall.

Li Wushou straightened his expression, and a dark shadow slowly seeped into his Yin-Yang Daoist robe, covering his body. Although this Ancestral God was about to die, Li Wushou still needed to take him seriously.

I glanced at the high priest on the altar. Blindly indulging and condoning him is not the way to treat guests!
As expected, no feast is ever a good feast. What am I doing here? Have I been lured into a trap?

Is it time to trap them like turtles in a jar?
Just then, a bell suddenly rang out from inside the ancestral hall!
The bell's sound was deep, clear, and refreshing.

The rotting sacred tree, shaking its branches and leaves, seemed to be extremely pleased.

After the bell rang, the scene, which had just become somewhat quiet due to Li Wushou's disruption, slowly became lively again.

“Ding-ding-ding~!”

Three bells rang in succession, and Wu Xing Situ suddenly turned around. His head, with its red hair bristling, slowly rose into the air and hovered at the crown of the sacred tree. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and let out an angry roar:

"Light the sky lantern!"

The sound was extremely loud and resounded throughout the mountaintop platform.

But Li Wushou always felt that the voice was not meant for the people on the mountaintop, because after hearing the shout, the Luotou clan members who were watching all turned their heads, which were hanging there, towards the back of the mountain.

That was where ordinary members of the Luotou clan lived.

Li Wushou raised his perspective and looked towards the back of the mountain.

Three or five breaths later, a faint blood-red light shimmered on the back of the mountain. If one stood on the platform and looked horizontally, this scene would resemble the rising sun.

One by one, heads rose from the stone chambers on the back of the mountain, slowly ascending to the mountaintop platform.

These heads belonged to ordinary members of the Luotou clan, but at this moment they were quite strange, each one flashing a red light like blood-red fireflies.

Li Wushou stared intently and discovered that beneath the skin of these heads, countless blood-red fireflies were wriggling.

Are the blood-red fireflies of the Fallen Head Clan actually raised from the heads of ordinary clansmen? No wonder human faces appear on the bellies of these blood-red fireflies, and the appearance of these faces depends on the appearance of the head that raises them.

As these heads flew over the platform and reached the vicinity of the sacred tree, evenly surrounding the canopy, Wu Xing Situ's head surveyed the surroundings and let out a loud shout:
"Burn the incense!"

Li Wushou looked up and saw that the blood-red fireflies under the skin of the heads surrounding the tree crown suddenly stirred up and rushed towards the center of the eyebrows of each head.

The flesh between his brows was torn apart, and his head showed a painful expression, but he did not utter a word.

One by one, blood-red fireflies emerged from the torn flesh, head to tail, like a blood-stained incense stick inserted between the eyebrows of each head.

The blood-red firefly at the very top flashed its red light more and more intensely, and with a bang, its belly burst open, igniting a burst of flame, and at the same time, sticks of blood incense ignited.

The incense burned extremely quickly, instantly creating a cloud of smoke.

But the replenishment was even faster; the crimson fireflies within the flesh lined up eagerly, one burning as another was added to the fire. Thus, despite the large plumes of smoke, the incense sticks between the heads never shortened.

"Summon the Ancestral God!"

Wu Xing Situ's head, which had been hanging high, slowly fell back onto his body. In front of the ancestral hall, apart from the grand master and grandson on the altar, everyone else around also lowered their heads back onto their necks.

Then everyone knelt down and shouted in unison, "We respectfully invite the ancestral god of the Luotou clan to be resurrected!"

Li Wushou's expression hardened, and he adjusted his posture.

The ground trembled slightly in response to the shouts of the crowd.

The sacred tree in the center of the platform, bathed in incense smoke, shook its branches and leaves, and the flesh and blood on its trunk suddenly began to flow.

The branches and leaves slowly contracted and converged back towards the trunk. In a short while, the tall sacred tree was gone, and what stood before everyone was a ravaged, towering fleshy pillar.

As the crowd continued to kowtow, the flesh and blood within the sacred tree continued to rapidly regenerate and writhe.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound erupted in Li Wushou's ears. The sacred tree trembled, and its flesh and blood stopped writhing. The bare pillar of flesh had now transformed into a headless giant.

The giant's feet were covered in sores, pus and blood, with a large number of crying infant worms floating in the pus and blood. Li Wushou felt a bit disgusted by the sight, and suddenly felt that the crying infant worms he had eaten last night didn't seem so delicious anymore!

The giant's abdomen was also ravaged, with a human face appearing on its belly, showing a pained expression. As it roared, you could clearly see sores on its mouth and tongue, making it difficult to eat!
Unlike the sores on his lower body, the flesh on his neck was torn apart, and incense smoke was billowing.

A crystal tree slowly emerged.

This is exactly the same as the giant sacred tree we just saw.

A smile appeared on the high priest's face as he looked up at the giant behind him.

"The Luotou clan celebrates the revival of their ancestral god!"

Excited cheers erupted, and the area in front of the ancestral hall instantly became abuzz with excitement, even the heads of the giants that surrounded the sky and supplied the incense of blood were no exception.

The high priest, cradling the unconscious Luo Fan in his left hand, slowly rose from the altar, bowed deeply to the giant behind him, and spoke softly from the head suspended in mid-air:
"Losang, the 291st high priest of the Luotou clan, lived up to the trust of the ancestral god and finally cultivated a new body for the ancestral god!"
"We respectfully request the Ancestral God to relocate to his esteemed position!"

Li Wushou slowly stood up from the chair, not because he was the only one who felt uncomfortable sitting down.

But now, the moment of truth has finally arrived for this grand drama.

A mighty divine power suddenly erupted from the giant's neck, sweeping across the platform with a force that seemed to plow through the ground and sweep away all obstacles. This power was terrifying, no less than Liu Qingmei's Pure Yang Finger!

No wonder the old beggar told him to wait a little longer when he suggested taking action as soon as possible last night.

"good!"

The resounding divine sound echoed across the platform. After verifying the information, the ancestral god of the Luotou clan expressed his appreciation and recognition of the Grand Priest!

Then, the ground beneath Luo Fan's body suddenly shattered, and several fleshy roots emerged from it, forming a fleshy lotus platform. The roots slowly grew longer, lifting Luo Fan's body high in front of the giant's chest.

From the rotting ground beneath the giant's feet and from the sores on its abdomen and face, two beams of golden light suddenly shot out, flying towards Luo Fan's feet and abdomen respectively.

Two gods, the ancestors of the Luotou clan, are enshrined there!
These two fierce and insane gods, upon sensing the approach of the two high priests' essences, suddenly swallowed them into their respective bodies and began to digest them.

The high priest, who was bowing on the altar, then collapsed onto the altar, and his physical body decayed in an instant!
The ancestral deity's transfer to a higher position requires the concentration of all power.

Although the High Priest had worked hard and made great contributions by using his own two gods to keep the ancestral god alive, it was for the sake of the clan. Once the ancestral god died, the clan would perish.

Since we've already contributed, let's contribute everything!
This is the destiny of the High Priest of the Luotou Clan!
With eager eyes, everyone turned their gazes toward the sky. After the two ancestral gods swallowed the two high priests' gods, Luo Fan's body suddenly rose taller.

Claws flew out from beneath its feet, wantonly slicing through the giant's intact flesh, before being swallowed by the crazed face on its belly.

Luo Fan's headless form grew ever larger until the original giant's flesh and blood were completely swallowed up, transforming Luo Fan into a new giant. Although much smaller than before, he was brimming with life!

The giant collapsed with a crash, turning into a pool of pus.

The glass tree on its neck rose from the ground and took root firmly on Luo Fan's headless neck.

The crowd cheered, but Li Wushou's gaze remained fixed on the altar.

The High Priest's body was decaying, but his left hand still held Luo Fan's head aloft.

Beside Luo Fan's head stood the aged head of the High Priest, side by side.

At this moment, he was straining to raise his head, gazing at the ancestral god of the Luotou clan rooted in the neck of Luo Fan's body.

(End of this chapter)