章 484: Chapter 484: The Beginning of the Ceremony
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Bang!
Zeng Yi opened the door to his room, but before he could even reach the bed, his body couldn't bear the pain and he fell to the cold ground.
"What the hell is going on?"
Zeng Yi's face contorted in extreme agony, sweat dampening his hair. Even his expression became twisted and grotesque.
He had noticed something strange about his body. It seemed like there was another ego or soul within him, contending for dominance over his consciousness.
But Zeng Yi knew that he couldn't let the other consciousness hidden within his body take control. It would bring terror and catastrophic disaster!
He couldn't understand why this pain had become more frequent in the past few days. It felt like the terrifying abyss was about to devour him completely.
Little did Zeng Yi know, part of this state was due to the Celestial Sword Saint, Chen Mu. It wasn't directly related to the Sword Saint himself, but rather because Zeng Yi had been sparring and practicing swordsmanship with him every day. Through this process, Zeng Yi's dormant fighting instincts and sword skills slowly awakened.
As his power grew stronger, Zeng Yi felt the resurgence of the other consciousness hidden within his body. Its signs and fluctuations became stronger, to the point where he could barely hold on, on the verge of mental collapse.
Lying on the ground, Zeng Yi struggled to stand up. He used his hands to prop himself up, but his fingers clenched tightly onto the floor, leaving marks. Veins bulged on his arms, resembling ferocious little snakes.
With his teeth clenched, sweat streaming down his forehead, dripping from his pale and distorted cheeks onto the ground, Zeng Yi's dark eyes began to flicker with a blood-red light. Black and red constantly intertwined, as if engaged in a struggle.
At this moment, black markings quietly crawled up Zeng Yi's cheeks like demonic tattoos.
"No! I can't just fall asleep like this!"
Zeng Yi felt as though he was enduring an extremely cruel punishment. The pain was unbearable, as if it would erase his consciousness.
But Zeng Yi knew he couldn't let the other consciousness seize control of his body. He had once had a dream — a gray world filled with despair and terror, where the sky was torn apart and the earth shattered. In the center of this space stood a figure holding a blood-red demonic sword, against the backdrop of a dark death storm ravaging the world.
That image had left a deep impression on Zeng Yi because the figure was himself!
If he truly possessed such terrifying power and allowed the other consciousness to take control, this town would be reduced to ruins. Mo Xin, Mo Xiao, the siblings, and all the people in the town would be destroyed.
Zeng Yi knew that even with a Sword Saint present, he felt that the Chen Mu didn't have the strength to stop his own madness.
Zeng Yi persevered and fought against the evil consciousness within his body, enduring the pain.
This situation had lasted for almost half an hour.
Finally, at this moment, the excruciating pain of a torn soul began to recede like a receding tide. The black marks on Zeng Yi's face faded away, and everything returned to normal.
At the same time, Zeng Yi's tense nerves relaxed, and his whole body collapsed onto the ground.
"Huh... Huh..."
Lying on the ground, Zeng Yi's chest heaved up and down, gasping for breath.
"Narrowly escaped... But how much longer can I hold on? Will I still be myself next time?"
Perhaps he should leave.
Zeng Yi didn't know how much longer he could endure. Staying here was always a potential danger. He was like a walking nuclear bomb, a constant threat, waiting to explode at any moment.
Once it exploded, everything around him would be destroyed!
As the pain subsided and his taut nerves relaxed, drowsiness washed over him like a flood. After a while, Zeng Yi closed his eyes and fell asleep on the ground.
Time quickly approached the day of the Spirit Blossom Festival.
Early in the morning, the Mo siblings pulled Zeng Yi along to the festival grounds in the town.
The Celestial Sword Saint had already gone ahead the day before to prepare.
At this moment, there were no people on the streets of the town. Everyone had gathered under the huge spirit acacia tree on the outskirts, next to the erected sacrificial altar.
As they arrived, the crowd stretched as far as the eye could see.
The Spirit Blossom Festival, the most traditional and significant festival in the Eastern Continent, saw most of the people in their traditional Eastern Continent attire.
A temporary market street was filled with a constant stream of people. The atmosphere was lively, bustling with adults engaging in cheerful conversations while children frolicked and played. Everything felt harmonious and filled with the festive spirit.
Zeng Yi followed behind Mo Xiao and Mo Xin, curiously observing everything around him.
Hoo!
Suddenly, a blazing flame flickered in front of his eyes, startling Zeng Yi.
Following his gaze, Zeng Yi saw a man holding a burning torch in one hand. The man noticed him and smiled sheepishly.
With the torch in his mouth, the man blew air onto the flames, causing long tongues of fire to shoot out.
The crowd cheered and applauded for his performance.
There were others who would insert a long sword into their mouths, all the way to the hilt, and then pull it out unharmed. It left Zeng Yi amazed.
"These are performances, acrobatics, quite impressive." Mo Xiao explained to Zeng Yi, seeing his clueless expression.
"Oh."
Zeng Yi nodded while watching the performances.
"Sister, the sacrifice hasn't begun yet. Can we go explore for a bit?" Mo Xiao suggested.
"Sure, you and Lang go ahead. I'll wait for you at our dojo's hall."
"Alright!"
Mo Xiao was delighted when her sister agreed. She then took Zeng Yi to explore the grand festivities.
Soon, it was noon.
Zeng Yi and Mo Xiao had arrived at the Swift Wind Sword Dojo's venue. In front of them stood a massive sacrificial altar.
As the ceremony began, incense smoke rose from the altar, spiraling upwards.
All the people of the town gathered beneath the altar, their gazes fixed on the stage. They had solemn expressions, filled with admiration and respect as they prayed to the gods and spirits, offering their prayers.
On the altar, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in white sacrificial attire was gracefully dancing.
The person on the stage was none other than Mo Xin!
As the most talented genius of the town, Mo Xin was selected as the representative, representing the people of the entire town, offering her ceremonial dance to all the beings in heaven and earth!
Tens of thousands of people gathered at the venue, silent as they watched Mo Xin's ceremonial dance.
"The Spirit of Spring, the wishes of all, to sacrifice to heaven and earth, boundless divine grace, dispel evil, and bless the Eastern Continent."
As Mo Xin's dance concluded, the Sword Saint Chen Mu declared the end of the ceremony with his ceremonial words.
At that moment, Zeng Yi stared at the sky, his eyes widening, his pupils quickly contracting, overwhelmed by awe.
He seemed to witness a miracle!
The massive acacia tree, as colossal as a pillar supporting the heavens, bloomed with acacia flowers!
Pale yellow and white petals swayed and fell as a gentle breeze brushed by, creating a shower of flowers.
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