"Donger, always you with the chatter."
Ye Liuying gave a glance to the woman beside her and turned to survey the site of the ceremony:
"Is everything ready? Do I need to add more offerings?"
"No need, I’ve arranged everything."
Li Jingming shook his head, then clapped his hands, and imdiately, a buzzing sound ca from not far away.
A swarm of mighty steel-armored insects were dragging carcasses, leaping over stakes, circling around once before dropping them.
In a short ti, in front of the black crystal stone seats, a mountain of flesh surged upward.
The vivid color and the aroma that could greatly stimulate an animal’s appetite indicated that the preys’ rank, at the very least, was of Unlimited Foetus.
"The auspicious ti has arrived; I respectfully request the venerable ssengers to cast the spells."
"The auspicious ti has arrived; I respectfully request the ssengers to cast the spells..."
The ceremonially dressed officiants announced loudly.
Then, they knelt, placing both hands on the ground, bowed three tis, six tis, nine tis—ticulously.
Su i, Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei, Renwo Kuang, Dongfang Xu, Bai Qin, Lin Pingfan—seven people stepped forward, their index and middle fingers together, igniting the area between their brows.
A grey crescent key was pulled out, and imdiately, seven ancient stone gates bearing marks of ti floated behind them.
"I respectfully call upon... the Gray Sun God!"
"Boom!!!"
The strike of lightning, as if right by the ear, mirrored in the soul.
The night lted away, the heavens full of stars like countless pearls densely strewn across the night sky.
That brilliantly colorful light, that overwhelming brightness, lit up the deepest parts of Julu Forest in an instant.
"Whoosh—"
All sounds muted at once, all flowers blood simultaneously.
An endless round of Gray Sun crushed the earth, rising directly from beneath the feet of the crowd.
It replaced the moon overhead and also eclipsed the light of the milky way.
With a stature more majestic than giant peaks, akin to a god who split heaven and earth, henceforth it asured the heights of all beings.
"Whoosh!!"
As the gray light pressed down everywhere, vague and lingering, those starlights transford into rings, kneeling below the Gray Sun, emitting sounds of whimpering and mourning.
Outside the Gray Sun, seven crescent moons and three full moons rotated at a constant speed, with a clear distinction of primary and secondary roles, as if the stars surrounded the moon.
The Star Followers, the Fire, and the Yeren— the devotees instantly showed fervent colors, continuously worshipping towards the Gray Sun.
"Gray Sun God... the ancient Gray Sun God..."
"Hear our wishes, please let the lost Lord Shenyi return to this realm, we need his command to ride the waves and advance unstoppably..."
The phrasings were not uniform; each person’s prayer had slight variations, yet the overall aning was the sa.
Thus, tiny pyramid-shaped altars appeared above everyone’s heads, mimicking halos, motionless.
Above the heads of the seven disciples, the pyramid altars were larger, and faint traces of burning incense could be seen, the gray smoke burning more vigorously and quickly with the people’s prayers.
"Whoosh!!"
The sky seed like a mirror about to shatter, starting to shake fiercely.
With each shake, mottled spatial fragnts fell, and the black hole behind them was horrifying.
Su i, Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei, Renwo Kuang, Dongfang Xu, Bai Qin, Lin Pingfan—seven people were completely enveloped by the gray light.
The gray light soon spread to the devotees, and each person’s gray star on their forehead ca to life, as if old filth was wiped clean, becoming clearer and more dazzling.
"Hum hum hum—"
A pure white imperial coffin, traversing the void, leaving cracks in its path.
It seed that even heaven and earth couldn’t bear its weight, continuously fracturing; had it not been for the rebuilding capability of Natural Law, the area would have been penetrated by nothingness and beco a forbidden zone for living beings.
"He really ca back..."
Ye Liuying did not participate in the casting, only watched as an observer, just as she once had.
Her shoulders couldn’t stop trembling, her delicate and fair knuckles crackling.
At the corner of her eye, a mist of water erged with a puff, which was the quintessence of tears mixed with shock, excitent, joy, and other emotions; only a handful of people or events could move her this deeply in her life.
"Lord Han..."
The saintess, publicly known as "Yu Dong" but actually called "Ye Dong," was speechless, rooted to the spot where she stood.
She had personally witnessed the fall of an emperor.
She had also witnessed the Jester Emperor, who was feared by the entire Abyss of the Red Dust, fall at this man’s hands, ending an invincible life in the most humiliating manner.
In the end... Divine Enthronent died.
This man... he had a chance to be resurrected?
Ye Dong clenched her hands tightly, biting on her tongue.
Until the day before, she had never dared to truly believe.
But the fact lay before her eyes: the imperial coffin thunderously opened, its lid flung off, and a male human, flesh full and completely unhard, lay silently within.
His features—that face, couldn’t be more familiar.
Was it really Ye Hanjun? He hadn’t died under the heavenly tribulation but had instead traversed the calamity in another way?
Ye Dong was baffled, disoriented, her mind completely muddled.
They say Sleeping Beauty—was devastatingly beautiful.
Right now, without a doubt, Ye Hanjun was the sleeping imperial son, clothed in nothing, his skin a pale orange amidst the white, lustrous as jade, smooth as an eggshell, truly a sight hard to turn away from.
On his forehead, that miniaturized Gray Sun seed to be breathing, resonating with the altar overhead and the miniaturized stars on everyone’s foreheads.
As the resonance grew closer and closer, until the frequencies completely matched.
Those closed eyes... abruptly opened!
The vitality of the sea... instantly boiled over!
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