"...Humbly offer the feast!"
Atop the Heavenly Altar, the old emperor had finished reciting the prayer, and as the torches approached the incense burners, the musicians played 'The Chapter of Great Peace', and countless offerings were sent into the burner to be incinerated.
The crumbling Changluo yang City and the clashes between more than ten Dharma Bodies failed to draw even a glance from the old emperor.
He calmly watched the countless offerings turn to wisps of smoke and ascend to the heavens, hoping for a response from 'Heaven.'
"What will the Heavenly Dao of the Seven Luminaries Heaven decide?"
"No, could this imperial sacrifice be successful, or could it not?"
The Fourth Prince, also dressed in ceremonial attire, albeit less regal than the old emperor's, stood at the front, his heart filled with anxiousness and anticipation.
There were two other princes with the same feelings, standing solemnly and motionless.
