After finishing his statement, Zhou Xuan waited in place.

About half a minute passed, and Zhou Xuan heard the "clack clack" sound, which came from the masks hanging on the main doors of the inner courtyard of the Zhou Family's Troupe, colliding with each other as if in a gust of wind.

The golden signboard of the Zhou Family's Troupe was the Zhou Family's Nuo drama, so the troupe hung Nuo drama masks with ropes on the doors, windowsills, and flagpoles, in both the inner and outer courtyards.

These masks were made of wood and coated with tung oil, making them heavy and rot-resistant. Usually, a breeze couldn't make them move much, only during storms could they lightly collide.

But at this moment in Ping Shui Prefecture, the weather was sunny and calm, yet the Nuo drama masks were clapping noisily.

"It is the Nuo God responding to me."

Zhou Xuan thought.

In the Zhou Family's Troupe, more and more masks started colliding, creating sounds as clear as metal clashing, and amidst the intertwined noises, two clear sentences emerged and reached Zhou Xuan's ears.

"Let them enter Mingjiang."

"If undecided, ask Kong Ming."

The first sentence was the attitude of the Nuo God.

The second sentence was the guidance from the Nuo God to Zhou Xuan.

With the Nuo God's attitude given, Zhou Xuan had the confidence to proceed. After bowing to the Zhou Family Ancestor Tree, he went on a day trip back to Gangfeng Cave.

Strangely, as soon as Zhou Xuan left, the masks of the Zhou Family's Troupe stopped moving, hanging quietly, except for the "Fangxiang" wooden board in Luoying Hall, which was trembling slightly…

A powerful aura began to rise within the Zhou Family's Troupe, an aura that made Lord Jian and Lord Jiu feel awed.

Could Jing Country's Fate God be awakening today?

Lord Jian's eyes burned with an intense excitement…

…

"Young Master, should we stop the ritual?"

The painter was anxious, no longer caring if Zhou Xuan's identity would be exposed, leaned closer to him and whispered softly.

"How many Yin Halls have not completed the blood sacrifice?"

"Only the last Long Dou Village remains."

"Continue the ritual."

Zhou Xuan instructed.

"Do you really want Gong Zheng to descend?" the painter asked.

"Don't ask about the other matters, just keep an eye on the situation."

Zhou Xuan became even more confident.

The net he cast this time was too tight, not just against the four Seeking Wave Monks, even if the Mother of Hundred Demons were to awaken, could she contend against the Nuo God?

With Jing Country's unparalleled war god supporting him, he dared to let anyone into Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Alas."

The painter did not know the truth, merely sighed.

Zhou Xuan's perception was once again fully released.

He felt very keenly, as the final round of the ritual continued, a clear crack seemed to appear beneath the ground.

An extremely powerful aura surged towards the surface like an underground tide.

Zhou Xuan even saw on the God Sacrifice Platform, many dust-like, blood-colored light spots… the underground passage had already opened up,

And what of the passage above the Heavenly Dome?

Zhou Xuan raised his head, his gaze probing from a hole at the mountaintop, reaching the Heavenly Dome.

Above, a massive cloud spanning thousands of miles was gathering, rolling—midway through the joint blood sacrifice, this Thousand Miles Array Cloud had already formed, within the cloud layers, rumbling sounds rolled, as if hundreds of giant chisels were chipping away at the invisible door of the Heavenly Dome,

However, despite the chiseling, nothing significant had been achieved—the aura above the Heavenly Dome remained within the Heavenly Vault Divine Country, not leaking anything to the human world.

This indicated that pathways had not been opened yet.

"The speed of chiseling the passages above and below is still different."

Zhou Xuan mused.

…

Finally, as the sacrifice from Long Dou Village was consumed, the blood color on the God Sacrifice Platform became even richer.

However,

Today's altar had long been stained with blood from sacrifices of various villages, now with more blood added, in the eyes of the people, it seemed as expected, and no one considered other possibilities.

"Only Xianhuo can lead to truth, within the flames lies the supreme path."

"The God pities mankind, sending down Xianhuo, burning away worldly greed, lust, foolish grudges…"

A frenzy of voices sang from among the people of the sixteen Yin Halls,

Dozens leap up from the crowd, slashing their necks with hand knives.

Ordinary people would surely die when their neck is cut, but these evil people instead burned with vigorous life force, each charging mightily towards the God Sacrifice Platform.

Blood flowed over them and then turned to fire, within the grand altar, bloomed one crimson flower after another.

"Disciples of the Zoroastrianism, guiding the Great Buddha to descend."

"With life born as lotus, with lotus subduing fire, long-life Fire Lotus, invite the Great Buddha into the human world."

Dozens of small lotus flowers burning with life are arranged in a peculiar manner, forming a giant double-layer Fire Lotus.

Above the Fire Lotus, there are four apertures, within them, golden lotus seeds rotate.

"The demon of Zoroastrianism dares to disturb the peace here."

Seeing this, the painter wished to invoke Space Law, but was tugged from behind. He turned to look—it was Zhou Xuan, unmistakably Zhou Xuan.

At the moment the dark ghost of Zoroastrianism appeared, Zhou Xuan had shifted forms, his true self arriving at Gangfeng Cave.

Moreover, his positioning was very precise, while pulling the painter, he also turned sideways, keeping part of his attention on King Xishan.

He was somewhat wary of King Xishan.

"Old Hua, these disciples of Zoroastrianism are merely small characters today, the big figures are coming, let's watch the drama."

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