Under the night sky—
The valley was exceptionally quiet. The sacrificial altar produced a mysterious vibe, silencing all living creatures in the vicinity.
Moonlight flowed down like a stream, shining on the altar.
Holy white flames burned on the round pillars, lighting up the entire valley.
There was a massive stone vessel in the middle of the altar, rectangular-shaped and two meters tall. The inside was empty; Wang Teng wondered about its use.
Being outsiders, neither he nor Ferya could step onto the altar during the ceremony.
They observed the whole thing with curious eyes.
The altar had six concentric steps.
The chiefs from all the different tribes approached the altar under the grand elder's lead.
The latter stood in front of the rectangular stone vessel. The chiefs stood farther back, behind the round pillars surrounding the altar.