Chapter 853: Chapter 508: The Grand Fengshan Ceremony (6)
The fabric simultaneously emitted a hazy milky white halo, resembling the peak of moonlight.
This was also the only place within the desolate ruins where traces of human presence existed.
It’s unclear who exactly entered these ancient lifeless ruins and neatly placed this elegant and noble palace attire on this crystal table…
At present.
A palace gown of azure and gold.
The dazzling Crystal Pavilion.
And the steaming hot spring pool…
Everything was quiet, just like the rest of the ruins.
As if waiting for sothing to arrive.
…
At the mountain peak, on the circular Heavenly Altar, all rituals were adequately prepared.
At this mont, the mountain breeze was vast, and the sun was bright.
The crowd proceeded forward.
It was a quarter past noon.
The grand ritual of fengshan had reached its most critical step, also the climactic final step.
The Heavenly Altar worshiped the heavens, reporting the rits to the heavens.
Four Sacrificial Confucian Scholars stepped forward to help the young emperor of Great Li change into the solemn yellow ceremonial robe.
Zhao Rong produced a golden book of praise and presented it to the young emperor.
This scene unfolded under the watchful eyes of all.
Nurous people wore solemn expressions, watching this scene.
Just when they thought the young emperor would take the golden book and proceed to the Heavenly Altar for fengshan.
The latter suddenly walked towards a certain place.
Among everyone
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At the east foot of Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
On a small auspicious mountain filled with exotic beasts, the Report to Earth ceremony on the square Earth Altar continued.
Amidst the clear recitation of a young Confucian scholar dressed in white like snow.
At the top of the altar, the young emperor of Great Li, dressed in a broad magnificent yellow ceremonial robe, knelt in devout supplication.
At the base of the Earth Altar, a group of Academy scholars danced in strange postures.
The people of Great Li nearly filled the small mountain, silently watching with the dignitaries of the Li Court led by the Dukes.
None noticed how a previously indifferent and stern female teacher’s gaze toward the stage gradually changed, as she grew increasingly silent.
Except for this unexpected ‘awkward dance’ at the beginning, the rest of the Earth Altar’s ceremony proceeded thodically.
About half an hour later, the Earth Altar procedure comnced its introduction.
The young emperor of Great Li solemnly descended the Earth Altar. Below the altar, a group of Sacrificial Confucian Scholars had already brought a cattail cart waiting.
The cattail cart was pulled by nine white horses, with wheels wrapped in cattail to prevent damage to the grass, soil, and rocks on the path up Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
The young emperor of Great Li boarded the cart, with Zhao Rong, the chief officiant, serving as the driver.
The cattail cart moved, with the other Sacrificial Confucian Scholars closely following behind without overtaking by a step.
The Dukes led the officials and the people of Great Li, accompanying the young emperor’s carriage, trailing closely behind.
The crowd was like a still jade pond being cut open, allowing the tranquil water to flow towards the breach.
At the very front, the young Confucian scholar in white was riding a horse, carrying the young emperor of Great Li, westward, slowly ascending to the mountain peak of Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
…
This was an abandoned ruin.
Perhaps it once was a magnificent city, built by unknown hands, now reduced to a field of ruins.
The ruins were filled with Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.
All the buildings have withered, yet these Bright Moon Flowers stubbornly thrust themselves through cracks in the collapsed ancient architecture or among scattered rocks, fully blooming.
The surrounds and ceiling of Ruins City were encased in dark stone walls.
Ancient and hard, their age unknown.
Yet they were etched with the marks of ti, with occasional remnants of murals and writings, already eroded by the currents of the Ti River, leaving them mottled and indistinct, with a few remaining fragnts sparking imagination.
This place seed to be a hollowed-out underground space, like a massive ancient stone coffin ticulously sealing the ruins.
The entire space was shaped like a round platform, narrowing as it ascended until forming a do-like structure at the top.
Its exact location unknown, seeming to be an unknowable place.
The ruins exuded an ancient and stale scent, the air unbearably still, as if the stone coffin had been filled with the heavy mud of history, solidifying to the point of oppressive breathlessness.
The atmosphere carried an indescribable desolation and bleakness.
Within the ruins, so strange structures occasionally stood, with fearso restrictions seemingly still in place.
These old buildings, with an exotic style, also revealed a hint of mystery.
Besides the widely blooming Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers, the only light source in this unknown land’s ruins ca from the do above.
The do was extraordinarily peculiar.
It was circular.
Half was made of pitch-black stone, and the other half… was a crescent moon.
A crescent moon like a blue glazed form.
To be precise, it is a do made of azure glazed tiles, shaped like a crescent moon.
It complents the rocky do, forming this circular top.
At this mont, above the ruins, the azure glazed crescent do lets down a soft blue light.
Therefore, this is a ruin shrouded in a light blue glow.
Above the glazed do, it’s unknown what liquid substance is there, seemingly flowing and changing constantly.
Thus, the soft blue light leaking from it changes incessantly.
Sotis strong, sotis weak, sotis pale, sotis intense.
Forming a fantastic and dreamy picture.
Because of the position of the crescent glazed do and the refraction of light.
This tranquil and changing blue light falls unevenly on the ruins below.
Among them, one place where the light is strongest is a peculiar pavilion near the center of the ruins.
This pavilion is made of pure crystal, and the tables and chairs inside are the sa.
At this mont, under the soft blue light.
The Crystal Pavilion shines brightly, very dazzling.
It is also the relatively well-preserved building in the entire ruin, compared to the surrounding dilapidated and collapsed structures, the crystal diamond-like material seems to make it more resistant to the washing of the flowing ti river.
Standing firm.
Surrounding the Crystal Pavilion, there is a hot spring pool, unbelievably it is live water, and hot spring water constantly gushes out from the springs at the bottom of the pool…
Adding a touch of vitality to the entire ancient and broken ruin.
Beside the hot spring pool, Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers are blooming, exceptionally luxuriant compared to other places.
At this very mont, if a young Confucian scholar were present, the combination of this pavilion and hot spring pool would surely seem very familiar to him.
As if seen sowhere not long ago…
However, at this mont, there is no Beauty Couch inside the Crystal Pavilion.
Only tables and chairs carved out of crystal.
The curves are perfect like a piece of art.
But these are not the most eye-catching items inside the pavilion at the mont.
Inside the pavilion, quietly on the crystal table, a spotless palace skirt is placed.
Folded neatly without a wrinkle, placed by the table edge, seemingly convenient for its owner to pick up.
This neatly folded palace dress, whose material is unknown, has a soft fabric of azure-gold color.
At first glance, it feels extrely noble! Not a mundane object.
The fabric also emits a hazy milky white glow, like the flourishing moonlight.
This is the only place with traces of human presence in the entire desolate ruin.
It is unknown who exactly has entered this ancient lifeless ruin to ticulously place this elegant and noble palace dress on this crystal table…
At this mont.
The azure-gold palace dress.
The dazzling Crystal Pavilion.
And the steaming hot spring pool…
All of these are quiet, just like everywhere else in the ruin.
Seemingly waiting for sothing’s arrival.
…
At the mountain peak, on the circular Heavenly Altar, all rituals are ready.
At this mont, the mountain wind blows vast and the sun shines brightly.
The crowd proceeds.
It’s already the second quarter of midday.
The grand ceremony of Fengshan has reached its most critical step, also the grand finale.
Heavenly Altar worships heaven, reporting the rits to heaven.
Four sacrificial Confucian scholars step forward to dress the young emperor of Great Li in solemn yellow ceremonial robes.
The crowd was like a stagnant blue pond opened by a breach, still waters began to flow, surging towards that opening.
At the forefront, the young Confucian scholar in white rides a horse, carrying the young emperor of Great Li westward, slowly climbing to the peak of the Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
…
This is an abandoned relic.
Once, perhaps this was a grand city, built by soone unknown, now it leaves behind only a land of ruins and debris.
The ruins are filled with Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.
All the constructions have withered, yet only this Bright Moon Flower stubbornly sprouts from the crevices of ancient collapsed structures or among the scattered rocks, blooming freely.
Once, perhaps this was a grand city, built by soone unknown, now it leaves behind only a land of ruins and debris.
The ruins are filled with Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.
All the constructions have withered, yet only this Bright Moon Flower stubbornly sprouts from the crevices of ancient collapsed structures or among the scattered rocks, blooming freely.
The city of ruins is surrounded and topped by black stone walls.
Ancient and firm, unknown how long it has stood.
Yet, it is covered with marks of the years, with occasional remaining murals and texts, long washed away by the flowing ti river, leaving them mottled and unclear, few remnants evoking endless imagination.
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