Jin Wusuan gave a wretched smile and said, "Dependent on the Micro Light Talismans distributed by the Cultivators, we walked uphill along the slope and finally reached the mountaintop, but the two Cultivators suddenly stopped.
"One Monk knelt on the ground and chanted Zen scriptures with a face full of compassion. Everyone's bodies instantly stiffened, unable to move. Meanwhile, the other, a young Daoist, with tears streaming down his face, used a Dagger to cut the palm of each person, allowing the blood to drip onto the soil of the mountaintop.
"Accompanied by the young Daoist's chanting, the blood seeped into the soil, evaporated into misty clouds, and emitted a sickly sweet smell. A blood cloud formed high in the sky.
"The village chief was terrified and, with the only movable part of his body, his mouth, he asked the two Cultivators what they were doing.
"The reply, however, was their apologies.
