The towering phantom of the Sacrificial Spirit swayed, swallowing the piled offerings, sweeping gusts of wind around the Ancestral Temple, dispersing in all directions among the clan members.
Hundreds of youths and children, their heads formed whirlpools of radiant light.
The blessings from the Sacrificial Spirit suddenly boosted their vitality and spirit.
On this day, the entire clan land was transformed into an ocean of celebration, some clan members sang ancient songs, countless children spun around in the crowd, delighted beyond measure.
Night fell.
On each Stone Tower, the Red Light Stones lit up like lamps, illuminating all directions.
Together with clusters of bonfires, the night was turned into day.
The martial artists of various tribes that came to observe the ceremony, as well as the clan leaders of the vassal tribes, all received hospitality from the tribe.
Outside the Ancestral Temple.
