Great Wilderness, night!

Atop a raised hill, a bonfire is bright.

On an altar made of wood and stone, a high priest with a grimace was holding a wooden stick and chanting the sacrifice on the altar, dancing and ceremonial, and was holding a ceremony to communicate with the gods.

Under the altar, there were men and women kneeling around, young and old, each of whom was extremely pious and kowtowed and prayed.

The wooden stick in the high priest's hand was shining with light, and he was chanting the strange Great Wilderness Festival, and he looked up at the sky from time to time.

Stars are dotted, and the stars are shining.

Among the billions of stars, a star suddenly burst out with bright light and fell from the sky, like an arrow of light shooting on the wooden stick in the hand of the high priest.

At that moment, the entire altar burst into colorful divine light. The high priest was bathed in the light of the gods. The wooden staff in his hand was trembling. The flowing divine light condensed and turned into a light ball. There was a figure emerging on the surface, which was extremely mysterious.

After blinking, a light ball at the top of the wooden stick shot out and fell on someone under the altar, causing a scream.

"Ah! It's her! Why is this happening?"

"The god actually chose the saint. This is the symbol of our clan. Is this God going to destroy our clan?"

"No, no, I must have made a mistake!"

All the tribesmen were crying, their voices filled with despair.

The Saint is a symbol of a clan. Although their clan is already very weak, the Saint cannot be misunderstood.

The high priest stood on the altar, looked at the saint below with complicated eyes, and said with a dry throat: "This is God's guidance. For the sake of the continuation of our clan, in order to avoid being persecuted by wild beasts and invasion by foreign clans, please come up and offer your body, mind and soul to the gods, so as to protect our clan forever peace."

"No! High Priest, please."

Many tribe members cried and were pleading for the saint.

The high priest said bitterly: "I don't want this, but the divine will cannot be violated. Our Minghuang clan has gone through endless years and is almost exterminated now. As a high priest, my duty is to allow our clan to continue, strive to reopen the ancient land of Minghuang, let the inheritance appear, and to expand our clan."

Some clan members cried and said, "At that time, the saint was chosen by our ancestors, which represented the hope of our clan. If the saint dies, our clan will be over."

The high priest said, "I chose the saint by myself back then. Why did I hope this is the case? But..."

Under the altar, the saint suddenly stood up and swept across the world with a calm expression.

"Everyone doesn't have to be sad for me. I am a saint. I should sacrifice for my tribe. This is the saint's duty and what I should do. If my death can be exchanged for the glory of my tribe, it is my honor and even more proud."

Under the moonlight, the saint was dressed in plain clothes, with an arc-shaped silver chain on her forehead, and three star-shaped beads embellished with the unparalleled elegance.

The saint was only eighteen years old, but she was extremely gorgeous. Her black and straight hair drooped over her shoulders, her delicate and beautiful facial features, delicate and smooth skin, and a calm and kind smile on her face. She walked up to the altar amid the cry of the tribe members.

"Saint, don't!"

At that moment, all the tribe members cried, and they didn't want to do this!

The high priest looked at the sky with confusion in his eyes, and he didn't understand why God's will was like this.

Facing all the tribe members who were crying and begging for mercy, the high priest was in a dilemma.

On the contrary, the saint was very calm. After climbing to the altar, she knelt devoutly at the center of the altar and looked up at the sky.

"High Priest, let's start."

The saint's voice was very calm, without loss, without sorrow, and without resentment. She was willing to do so.

The high priest's mind trembled, his lips trembled a few times, and finally gritted his teeth and jumped off the altar.

"Light up, sacrifice!"

The choked voice, tears in his eyes, responsibilities and human nature struggled in his heart.

The tribesmen cried loudly, unwilling to light the fire, and prayed to God.

The high priest turned around, looked at the sad scene, and slowly raised the wooden stick in his hand.

With a crackling sound, the fire rushes to the sky, and the entire altar is instantly covered.

The saint sat there kneeling, praying devoutly, and the light of humanity bloomed on her beautiful face.

Under the fire, there was a burst of crying and screaming desolately.

The flames enveloped the saint, and a holy aura separated the flames. She was shining with divine patterns, like rain of light and rain, and countless pictures were flying on her hair. They were the memories and time she had traveled through her life.

The high priest cried, and all the tribesmen cried. They felt the saint's flawlessness, and her soul was burning for the tribesmen.

That noble quality and selfless dedication make people sad.

The blazing flames cannot destroy her will, and the burning divine light cannot erase her holy light.

At this moment, the saint had no time to trigger the stars in the sky and drooped billions of stars.

Under the night sky, whose sigh is echoing.

In the evening breeze, whose call is singing softly.

In the dark, who is watching from afar?

Under the stars, who is looking back at the distance?

When the altar was burned, everyone cried and cried out in sorrow, a purple light fell from the sky, like a meteor outside the sky, like a divine light outside the domain, with indescribable power, rumbling to tear apart the star sea and heading straight to the great wilderness!

Bang!

With a loud bang, the purple light fell and hit the altar!

The terrifying shock wave annihilated the flames, and the surging shock force swept across the Saint.

The altar shattered in the blink of an eye, and purple light burst into the ground, forming a huge sinkhole, reaching a depth of hundreds of feet.

All around, the people of the Minghuang clan were all shocked to death. The high priest retreated suddenly, and the wooden stick in his hand flew up, emitting a mysterious light, which was suspended on the sinkhole.

The rumbling sound shook all over the world, and it lasted for a long time before gradually recovering.

"Holy Maiden..."

Many people cried out, ran to the sinkhole and looked down.

The high priest flew over and waved his hand to take back the wooden stick. However, the wooden stick that was suspended in the air was disobedient and emitted a soft green light, shining below.

"High Priest, the Holy Maiden is below, save her."

"Purple light came from the sky to destroy the altar. This is the will of heaven. I will not let the saint die. High Priest, please spare the saint."

All the tribesmen knelt down and prayed sincerely.

The high priest looked at the heavens. God's will asked the Minghuang clan to sacrifice the saint, but the will of heaven stopped all this. What should he do in this conflicting situation?

While contemplating, the high priest sensed a strange fluctuation from the bottom of the sinkhole and couldn't help but look down.

"There are still people below."

The high priest was surprised and jumped into the sinkhole and came to a hundred feet deep.

A purple bow burst out with purple-red, purple-blue, and purple-gold light, floating in the air three feet above the ground.

The purple light reflected the situation at the bottom of the pit, a man and a woman stacked together and lay there quietly.

The woman was the saint. She was facing up and her back was facing down, and she was lying on her body, and both of them were unconscious.

The high priest was full of surprise. A purple light just now fell from the sky. He didn't expect that it would wrap a man. Is this a gift from God to the Minghuang clan?
Chapter completed!