Chapter 143: The Pact of Royal Power
whimpered, “Oh my god, I’m dead! I can’t move…”He looked like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of being scalded by boiling water. If you have the guts, go ahead and kill me.He stands as a lump, and lies...Back in "The Void," both Fu Bi and Er Xing had vanished, and the mark on my arm left by Little Granny Fan was gone.
The Seven Stars Shine Together.
But the exploration of some worlds has ended, while that of others is still ongoing.
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For example, if the star of jade weighs itself down and closes its doors, it becomes impossible to enter again.
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There are also Tianzhu, Tianji, and Kaiyang. These three stars illuminate the world but haven't finished their cosmic guidance.
One step forward, it's a journey where danger and opportunity coexist. One step back, you'll directly step through the Star Gate, returning laden with treasures.
Seven stars align, awaiting Jiang Wang's choice.
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Jiang Wang flew without hesitation towards Tianzhu Star.
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The first star of the Big Dipper is called Tianchu!
The realm illuminated by Tiānchū Star, also known as the world where the top fifteen Tian Gang stars in Qīxīng Valley compete fiercely.
It is said that this time, the Seven Stars World will have the secret of the outer building born, as the first-class harvest, it must only appear in the realm illuminated by the Tianzhu Star.
With his lifespan replenished, Jiang Wang's purpose for coming to the Qixinglou Secret Realm had been achieved. Logically, he should have taken his leave and called it a day.
But despite his kindness and sincerity in how he treated others, Jiang Wang was actually proud deep down.
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He didn't vie for a place in the Star Rankings at Qixing Valley, but that was because his primary goal was to make up for his limited lifespan. As for Lei Zhanqian, Jiang Wuye, and Fang Chong, Jiang Wang acknowledged they were formidable opponents, but he absolutely believed he deserved to compete with them.
After regretful completion, and with nothing left to worry about...
He should at least take a look and see, within his capabilities, where he, Jiang Wang, should stand in the rankings of Qixing Valley!
This is an altar, built of yellow earth.
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It's simple and ancient.
A man with disheveled hair kept getting up and bowing, muttering to himself.
Its sound is strange and obscure, difficult to understand.
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A mask of exaggerated design covered his face—eyes like swirling vortexes, a nose like mountain ranges, taking up one-third the size of the whole mask. It lacked a mouth; ears protruded beyond the rest of the mask, with two streamers passing through the earlobe positions and drooping downwards.
As a fire keeper priest, Qing Huo was quite familiar with the prayer inscribed on the sacrificial tablet.
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Moreover, his posture is devout and his movements are resolute.
This undoubtedly gave those kneeling behind a glimmer of hope.
However, beneath the mask unseen by outsiders, young Shaman King Qihuo's expression had crumpled into a ball of worry.
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The struggle between a hundred clans is about to begin, and the tribes that are determined to fight for it have already prepared for war.
But he had already wasted a massive amount of his clan's totems, for nothing.
If he can't even manage to light the star spindle before the start, this unreliable shaman will likely be offered up as a sacrifice to the heavens.
"Dian Xing Jiang," is a tradition that has persisted through the long passage of time.
Let's talk about floating first.
As its name suggests, "FuLu" is a massive, suspended piece of land.
The firmament bears all creatures and living things, below it is the dark void, above it the azure sky.
According to the myth of creation, "The God of Creation was named Kong. The god cut off his left foot to make the floating land and shattered his right foot to create all beings."
Qìng Huǒ qí míng has always been dubious about this myth.
First of all, why would creation involve self-harm If creation only happens through self-harm, then why bother with creation at all.
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Secondly, creation started with two legs, so what about the rest of the creator god's body Where did the blue sky and the vast emptiness come from
But his adoptive father, the previous Shaman of the Qinghuo tribe, told him. Floated Lu had experienced many years of turmoil, and the Book of Creation was only left with fragmented chapters. The creation myth was no longer complete, and the answers to the problems might be in the missing parts.
Myths are incomplete, and each powerful tribe has taken measures to collect fragments of the Book of Creation, but to this day no tribe has managed to gather them all.
Out of reverence for the God of Creation, no one dared to take it for granted and complete it.
In short, the doubt lingered for a long time, only as a doubt.
Let's get back to the matter of "Dian Xing Jiang".
The tradition of Floating Land stems from the existence of a place called the "Game of Life and Death," where countless tribes clash.
The game of life and death is opened once every hundred years, a battleground for all. For the outcome of the game of life and death will decide the fate of the tribe for a hundred years.
The number of participants for each department in the Life and Death Chess competition is limited to seventeen.
One chess master, two chess players, six chess pieces each, eight pawns.
Because of the special nature of "The Game of Life and Death," those allowed to enter are subjected to the sealing of their totemic powers.
That is to say, in the game of Life and Death Chess, there are no transcendent powers that float above the fray.
So whether it's the strong or the weak, there is a possibility of turning the tables in the game of life and death.
It is precisely because of this that the weakened Qihuo Tribe placed their hopes on the game of life and death. They were willing to expend most of the totemic power accumulated over many years by their tribe, even though most other tribes had already decided on their players, they continued to waste time.
While the Qihuo department was so insistent on "Dianxing Jiang".
This is because, over a long history, people discovered that only those from outside the world could be unrestricted, possess extraordinary power, and enter the game of life and death to fight. It's roughly because the limit of the game of life and death on extraordinary power lies in totems, while the power system of outsiders is completely different.
The renowned Xuanfeng Department established its power and won the throne twice, all thanks to the help of outsiders.
Later, the Xuanfeng Department was torn apart by internal strife and split into eight factions. This secret only came to light then, becoming common knowledge throughout the land.
Evolving to the present day, it has become the "Dian Xing Jiang" prayer ceremony.
It is said that when the game of Life and Death evolved, the Azure Sky also opened. This caused celestial beings to descend upon the mortal realm.
Outsiders need to choose a tribe and become the Chess Master, leading the tribe members to fight in the Game of Life and Death for victory.
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This is a two-way choice, the tribe can choose any outsider, and the outsider can choose any tribe.
However, because there are hundreds or even thousands of tribes in the Floating Lands, celestial beings are often only a dozen or so. It's basically a situation where there are many monks and little porridge. Therefore, major tribes compete to offer benefits to attract "celestial visitors" to choose them.
Unfortunately, the Qìnghuò Department came away empty-handed from this year's "Diàn Xīng Jiàng" ceremony.
The outsiders who descended from heaven have long been divided and claimed, leaving most tribes with nothing.
Almost all the tribes had concluded the Stargazing ritual, except for the Qihuo tribe, who this time paid a tremendous price. Like a gambler who has gone red-eyed from losses, they put all their chips on the table and refused to give up.
That's why Qing Huo's heart was pounding with fear.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like when they finally declared defeat, the fury of his tribe burning him to ashes.
Compared to the gambling-like hopes of his people, he himself had no expectations at all. After all, historically, outsiders always arrived on the very first day of the evolution of life and death chess. Only on this day would outsiders flock to descend. There were few afterwards, even if there were, they were often only a handful. It was impossible to have too high hopes.
Moreover, celebrating the fire's inscription, he himself had never met an outsider. He was only in his twenties and this was his first time presiding over the "Pointing Star General" ceremony. His foster father, the old shaman, had already passed away and couldn't help him check if there were any mistakes in the ceremony...
Once he ultimately fails, someone will surely blame him for his lack of skill and insincerity in prayer.
The floating land shaman was perhaps one of the most respected people, but for various reasons, he was also often used for sacrifices to heaven and so on. Moreover, his celebration fire inscription is probably the least prestigious shaman in history.
His lips kept moving, murmuring words that were nothing but instinctive memories, repeating themselves out of habit. While the flames danced before him, Qinghuo's mind was already plotting his escape. When would be the best time to defect What route should he take Where would be the safest place to hide
"Fire!"
A kneeling tribal member suddenly cried out.
The tribal leader, Qing Huo, knelt at the front, his excitement burning bright and uncontrollable. Yet, he shouted, "Be quiet!"
When the inscription was set ablaze, he suddenly looked up in astonishment. He saw a burst of flame rise from the earthen altar before him!
ps: I made a blunder yesterday, clicked the wrong button, and accidentally published chapter 143 first. My bad, it's already out there. Consider it an extra chapter then. O,O. I'll update with chapter 144 tonight. After finishing, I'll make a modification to adjust the order back to normal. It won't affect the official reading experience, though.he was unhappy in his heart, he had already stood up honestly and greeted Jiang Wuji who was walking towards him slowly: "Brother Nine!"Jiang Wu Xie didn't seem to like this fourteenth brother very mu...