"As your master, I was merely guessing."
Xuan Er saw his confusion and began to explain.
Then, both of them directed their gaze back towards the altar; such occurrences are extremely rare.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, all nine cauldrons emitted a resonant hum simultaneously.
The next moment,
the pillars of light vanished.
At this moment, Zhou Yi suppressed the joy in his heart, for this indicated the heavens were very pleased with the sacrifices. Only he knew that if the quality of the sacrifices was poor, they would be outright rejected.
This was known only to the direct lineage of Great Zhou.
"Boom, boom!"
Thunder unexpectedly roared above the altar, one rumble after another, continuously.
"The National Spirit is already being nurtured."
Zhou Yi excitedly exclaimed, "Zheng'Er! As soon as the National Spirit appears, immediately deploy the World-Suppressing Bell to suppress it; make sure nothing goes awry!"
"Yes, Uncle Wang!"
