Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 343 Sacrifice to the Gods
Three more days

As always, Wu Zhuangyuan disliked Li Wushou.

He hasn't spoken to the Goddess of Childbirth since the day he beheaded her.

After Li Wushou became the sea patrol envoy, he was able to travel freely to and from the corner of the sea, but Wu Zhuangyuan did not give him the boundary treasure!
He tried to ask for it several times, but they wouldn't even let him in the door.

Li Wushou was helpless in this situation; what could he do when the other party had the bigger fist?
During this period, various parties in Zhenhai City sent invitations to the Sifangguan Villa like snowflakes, but Yunxu Sanren, who had recovered most of his health, rejected them one by one. Among them were invitations from Nascent Soul cultivators.

When Yunxu Sanren first refused, his voice trembled. In Huazhou, the Nascent Soul stage was practically all-powerful, but now in Fubo Domain, they flocked to him and crowded around the High Priest.

This made him even more impressed by the High Priest's authority.

This is not just about strength, but also about background.

The Great Venerable's disciple is terrifyingly powerful!
It's a pity the High Priest didn't have time to attend the banquet, otherwise he could have witnessed the feast of the God-level cultivator of Fubo Domain.

Li Wushou naturally wouldn't spend time on social engagements; he was indeed very busy during this period.

Zhenhai City was so big that he was a little overwhelmed by the sights, and the variety of food made his appetite soar.

After a while, Chen Gou'er and the old beggar were getting so anxious they were jumping up and down.

Li Wushou didn't keep them hanging for long. After sending them food several times, the relationship within the Three Immortals Pavilion warmed up again, and the cold war ended completely.

In addition, Li Wushou also found several masters for the Paper Goddess and the Tree Goddess.

The two ladies were having a great time learning painting, cooking, and winemaking, but their talents were clearly different.

The paper goddess is quite skilled in cooking, while the painting master suffers a heart attack every fifteen minutes.

The Tree Goddess was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but her cooking skills were rather questionable, and the wine she brewed almost poisoned the winemaker.

Unfortunately, the two couldn't stand each other and argued constantly.

Li Wushou naturally wouldn't get involved. He found a house in Zhenhai City and threw it to them, only instructing the Paper Goddess to study painting well and telling the two not to cause any deaths before leaving.

Strolling through Zhenhai City.

As the year draws to a close, the streets are bustling with activity.

Many patriarchs of families and forces who had been in seclusion for years began to emerge one after another.

They weren't celebrating the New Year, but rather using this time to give advice and encouragement to the younger generation, and to inform them of their own cultivation needs for the coming year, so that the younger generation could prepare in a planned way.

Li Wushou savored this atmosphere and gained a deep understanding of how the world operated.

Those who cultivate immortality ascend to high positions, and their descendants share in their glory and offer them devout worship.

From a small family of cultivators to a lineage like the Great Venerable, it's all the same.

Does "He" see it the same way?
He has gone through countless hardships to reach his current status, and his descendants should worship him with devotion.

For some reason, Li Wushou seemed to resonate with "His" psychology.

But then he cursed again, calling it bullshit!
I am not some "descendant"!
Even so, there are countless aristocratic families in the world, and there is no reason for you to become an aristocratic family and prevent others from becoming one!

Three days passed quickly.

The annual festival in Fubo Domain has arrived as scheduled.

Early in the morning, Li Wushou received a telepathic message from Wu Zhuangyuan.

"Come to the ends of the earth at once!"

After speaking, he left without waiting for Li Wushou's response. Li Wushou quickly tidied up and disappeared into the Sifangguan villa, arriving at the edge of the sky.

After taking out his Sea Patrol Token, he entered the Edge of the Sky.

A majestic sacred mountain stands amidst the central star surrounded by a multitude of stars.

At the summit of the sacred mountain, shrouded in mist, Wu Zhuangyuan, a sixteen-foot-tall figure clad in golden robes, sat regally on a cloud bed, resembling an emperor among immortals.

Jin Chuan, Sang You, and Yuan Xuan, along with a group of sea patrol envoys, sat around Wu Zhuangyuan, corresponding to the directions they were guarding. Besides Chong Yuan, Li Wushou also saw another familiar figure among them.

Bu Lan, another patrol envoy of the East Sea Vein, also returned before the annual festival.

Upon seeing Li Wushou looking over, the other man smiled and nodded slightly, as if to greet him.

Li Wushou smiled and nodded, then walked to the location of the Western Sea Vein.

The position of head of the West Sea Vein is currently vacant, and it is very likely that the position will be chosen from the other two Nascent Soul Sea Patrol Envoys, Liao Si and Jiu An. However, it has not been decided yet, and Luo Ze was killed by Li Wushou, so only one Sea Patrol Envoy is left outside - Yu Moyan.

The other party was not a member of the Luo family, but a native of Fubo Domain.

He is quite straightforward, even a bit stubborn.

When Xihai was plotting the birth of the infant, Luo Xuan deliberately transferred him to an outside location to avoid him.

Therefore, the other party was indeed unaware of the birth. After returning to Zhenhai City a few days ago and learning about it, he was very dissatisfied with Li Wushou.

In his heart, Luo Xuan deserved to die, but many others did not deserve to die; they were merely acting under Luo Xuan's orders and had no choice but to obey.

If it weren't for Li Wushou, the vast Western Sea Vein wouldn't be so empty now.

Li Wushou didn't care about this, and he had no interest in arguing with a stubborn person about whether those people deserved to die.

What's the point of discussing now that we've already killed them?
Ignoring Yu Moyan, he sat cross-legged on the cloud bed.

Looking up, Li Wushou was somewhat surprised to find that Wu Zhuangyuan was standing on all four sides.

No matter which direction you look from, you are always facing each other directly.

No wonder everyone was sitting in a circle.

The moment Li Wushou sat down, Jin Chuan suddenly shouted:
"All deities of the Fubo Domain, please take your seats!"

Li Wushou then realized that he was the last one to arrive.

Within the glittering stars of the Heavenly Edge, figures descended upon the mountaintop, standing slightly lower than the Sea Patrol Envoy, with the eighteen celestial gods at the innermost position. The remaining earth gods, arranged in a circle according to their respective strength, formed seven concentric circles, each with eighteen deities.

The moment they stood still, the gods respectfully bowed to the lineage of the Supreme Being at the head of the table and said:
"Greetings, Your Excellency"

"Greetings to all the leaders and the Maritime Patrol Envoy!"

At this moment, in today's world, the status of immortals and gods has become tangible!
Scholar Wu opened his eyes and said softly, "No need for formalities! Sit down!"

The gods then accepted the gifts and took their seats.

Wu Zhuangyuan looked down at the gods, his hands forming a mudra. Suddenly, a large seal floated out and slammed towards the starry sky.

Li Wushou suddenly felt a buzzing in his mind, as if a startling sound had rang out in his mind.

At the same time, throughout the entire Fubo Domain, from the Nascent Soul stage to the mortal realm, everyone heard this crisp sound, and in an instant, the entire Fubo Domain fell into silence.

The evil spirits lurking everywhere had no time to wail before they were scattered in all directions.

After the sound of the gavel fell, Scholar Wu announced in a clear voice:
"The annual festival begins; please offer sacrifices to the gods first!"

The sound of the Dao rolled on, resounding throughout the Fubo region.

The once quiet Fubo Domain became noisy again, with every household burning incense and offering sacrifices.

Within the Fubo Domain, every household has an identical altar table with a Fubo Domain deity map on top.

These are all items for the annual sacrifices that various forces in the Fubo Domain rushed to produce and distribute to each household within three days!

As the annual festival progressed, the incense smoke within the edge of the sky grew increasingly thick, and a phantom image of one hundred and twenty-four deities formed in the starry sky, which quickly solidified.

The sound of prayers then arose, like the chanting of Buddhist temples or the incantations of Taoist monasteries, which made people feel somewhat disturbed.

As the number of incense offerings increased, Chongyuan and the others couldn't help but show signs of annoyance.

Wu Zhuangyuan was waiting for Li Wushou to lose his temper, but unfortunately, Li Wushou not only didn't get annoyed, but actually found it quite enjoyable.
Is it really possible to ignore the erosion caused by incense offerings?
Wu Zhuangyuan thought to himself, "What an oddball!" and his mind started to race.

The large seal above their heads shook, separating them from the incense-bathing ritual, and their minds finally cleared.

Unlike the immortals, the gods were quite eager for these incense offerings.

Especially the gods, who had been isolated from their own destiny stars for too long after entering Zhenhai City.

Upon seeing this, Scholar Wu shouted:
"Eat incense!"

The gods were startled, and then each used their own methods to begin consuming the incense offerings.

Chi Xiu activated his Starry Sky Golden Body and began to devour the incense offerings.

At the same time, Li Wushou focused his gaze on the gods, knowing that the crucial moment of the day had arrived.

Last night, he discussed a question that concerned him deeply with the old beggar: why didn't Scholar Wu investigate the possibility that Mount Immortality might replace the gods?

The old beggar chuckled and said:

"They underestimated Scholar Wu, thinking he was a high-ranking immortal who was not versed in the ways of the gods. Scholar Wu may indeed have difficulty discerning which celestial being was replaced by the Immortal Mountain, but who says he has to discern it?"

Li Wushou thought about it for a long time before he finally understood.

Scholar Wu summoned the celestial gods of the twelve continents to carry out their tasks. What was the significance of identifying them? Surely they couldn't be executed? Then who would handle the tasks?

Therefore, Li Wushou had considered the wrong direction from the beginning. From Wu Zhuangyuan's perspective, he only needed to make the twelve continent gods obedient, so why did he need to distinguish them?

Therefore, the incense offered to the gods must not be anything that tastes good!

The old beggar laughed and agreed with Li Wushou's deduction, but still corrected him: "To be precise, Scholar Wu will perform another sacrifice to the gods."

He also instructed Li Wushou not to suppress Chi Xiu and to let him eat as much as he wanted.

Li Wushou pressed for the reason, but then fell silent.

The annual festival is essentially a ritual to worship the gods, so what is this so-called "further worship of the gods"?

With his mind immersed in Chi Xiu's Yin spirit, Li Wushou quietly looked around at the deities beside him, and suddenly he noticed something amiss.

Among the spirits of these celestial beings, many bloodlines quietly emerged as the incense burned away.

These bloodlines lurk throughout the Yin spirits, yet they themselves are completely unaware of them.

As the incense continues to condense, these blood lines increase in number.

Li Wushou's mind stirred, and he thoroughly investigated Chi Xiu's Yin Spirit, but he did not see this bloodline.

Did the old beggar greet Wu Zhuangyuan?
While he was still pondering, Wu Zhuangyuan suddenly looked up and pointed to the incense and deity diagram in the starry sky. The gods who were devouring the incense all trembled.

Li Wushou immediately saw the red lines within these gods' bodies fly rapidly towards their respective backs, instantly outlining a divine diagram identical to the one in the starry sky.

The divine diagram flashed by and disappeared, but Li Wushou knew that it had been imprinted deep within their Yin spirits.

Wu Zhuangyuan opened his palm, and the incense and deity diagram in the starry sky transformed into a stream of light and fell into his palm.

Clearly, these celestial beings are now under Wu Zhuangyuan's control, and he can use them with peace of mind!

Sacrifice is a ritual, and so is the alchemy of purification!

Is this another ritual to the gods?

Li Wushou was speechless. He looked at the seemingly honest Wu Zhuangyuan and realized that he was actually quite cunning. He felt that Wu Zhuangyuan's style was a bit like that of an old beggar!
At this moment, Scholar Wu solemnly spoke:

"Besides having everyone participate in the annual festival at the restaurants, I have another matter to ask for your help with."

Upon hearing this, the gods were greatly alarmed and immediately stopped consuming the incense offerings, bowing to Scholar Wu:
"Please give your orders, Your Majesty, we will risk our lives!"

Scholar Wu nodded slightly and replied:

"I retrieved a divine realm from the boundary sea of ​​the sixth heaven. This divine realm originated from a true god, but it has been shattered. I need you all to enter it and help me retrieve something!"

(End of this chapter)