"Wooooo..."
The desolate sound of the horn echoed continuously over the territory of the Vine Tribe.
Chi Shao walked slowly up the steps to the altar, standing between three golden bronze cauldrons.
The horn ceased, and beneath the altar, the warrior responsible for singing the rites shouted, "The sacrificial ceremony officially begins!"
Atop the altar, Chi Shao bowed his head in reverence to the Divine Vine, then slowly rose, closed his eyes, spread his arms, and began chanting the divine invocation:
"ㄉㄊㄎㄌㄉ, ㄞㄓㄘㄢㄖ..."
The ancient and mysterious witchcraft echoed, and everyone's expressions became solemn, the entire sacrificial plaza silent enough to hear a pin drop.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
In front of the altar, the enormous Divine Vine rose from the ground, blooming with intense green divine light, its terrifying divine power sweeping as vast as the boundless sea.
