Refining Divine Blood
Editor: Larbre Studio
Most of the important people from Yin and Yang Sect had gathered at the Sword Pavilion. They were reciting prayers of the sacrificial ritual led by Ning Xuandao.
"The sacrificial ritual has now begun."
An old man's voice rang from the peak of the third mountain. The echo of his voice stretched for miles into the horizon just like waves in the ocean, spreading out to every part of Yin and Yang Sect.
All the members of Yin and Yang Sect turned over to the direction of Ancient Gods Mountain, kowtowed and bowed respectfully in prayer.
The altar had been built at the center of a white marble platform. There, rows of complicated inscriptions engraved on the stones came alive and flowed to form an array, spiraling.
A collective bestial roar was heard followed by a sharp gust of wind, a 'swoosh'.