"What's going on here?! Are these marks the traces of time?" Just as Bexia spoke, the old man suddenly glared in his direction, making him feel like he had said something wrong.
"These are memories left in the flames, they cannot see us!" Luo Cailing said.
Indeed, the old man could not see Bexia and the others. Although he glanced in their direction, he was not looking at them.
"*#*#**………" The old man withdrew his gaze, speaking some incomprehensible flower language. Then his body underwent a transformation – horns sprouted from his head, his feet turned into snake tails, even his hands became clawed like a dragon's.
The old man began to pray, emitting special notes from his mouth like flowing water. These characters condensed one by one, hovering in the air above the altar.
After a brief moment, the characters in the air aligned themselves, forming a sacrificial text. The old man then rose and picked up a tortoiseshell from the altar, branding the text onto it before tossing it into the brazier.
"What is he doing? Do you understand, Aling?" Bexia was confused by the old man's actions, especially since he couldn't hear what was being said.
"This is a ritual to honor new life!" Luo Cailing replied.
"This is a very ancient custom of the Huaxu Clan. All new life undergoes this ceremony, presided over by specialized priests to summon the ancestral spirits of the Huaxu Clan to bestow blessings and give a name to the new life."
"Can you understand what they are saying?"
"Of course!" Luo Cailing looked at Luo Ningxian and said, "Xian can also understand!"
"Can you understand, Yueli?" Bexia asked Yueli.
"I can understand some, roughly grasp the meaning!" Yueli replied.
"It seems like I know nothing at all╮(╯＿╰)╭!" Bexia said helplessly.
As Bexia and the others chatted, the ceremonial ritual was coming to an end. The elderly priest of the Huaxu Clan finally took out an oil lamp, lightly flicked the flame inside, and extracted a small flame to place on the infant's forehead, forming a flame pattern, making the flame in the lamp slightly smaller.
As the ritual was about to end, a loud noise came from the sky. Bexia and the others looked up to see a red and blue figure colliding and separating rapidly, leaving traces of their battle across the sky.
"Why does that spear look familiar?" Bexia noticed the weapon in the red figure's hand and then looked at Luo Cailing.
"Stop staring! That's the Imperial Fire Glaze Spear!" Luo Cailing glared and replied.
"Could it be that your inheritance is from him?" Bexia asked curiously.
"That's Lord Huoshen Zhu Rong, I never thought your heritage came from this ancient god!" Yueli looked surprised. Zhu Rong was a powerful divine being, a natural flame deity.
"The one using flames is Lord Huoshen Zhu Rong, and the other one is probably the legendary Lord Gong Gong of Water, right?" Bexia had heard some ancient legends and knew a little about these things.
"That's correct, it's Gong Gong, the Lord of Water. Only he and Zhu Rong would engage in battles!" Luo Cailing nodded and then looked at Luo Ningxian, saying, "Xian's heritage comes from Lord Gong Gong, but her inheritance is incomplete as she lacks the divine artifact Three Thousand Mystical Water Sword!"
"Haha! Xian's inheritance is from Lord Gong Gong? I thought it was from the God of Luo?" Bexia was somewhat surprised.
"Gong Gong is much more powerful than the God of Luo, but due to the lack of the artifact, Xian needs a substitute!" Luo Cailing added, "However, the combination of the River Chart and the River Book is even stronger than the Three Thousand Mystical Water Sword when used as a medium for divine power enhancement!"
As they discussed the two ancient gods, the battle had shifted from one side of the sky to the other, unleashing increasingly terrifying powers that stirred up violent winds in the sky.
Suddenly, Gong Gong threw the Three Thousand Mystical Water Sword towards Zhu Rong, who also hurled the Imperial Fire Glaze Spear. The two divine artifacts collided in the sky, creating intense ripples.
"Boom!" Initially, the collision was nothing extraordinary, but for some reason, the two artifacts suddenly shifted and sent a half-red, half-blue light crashing fiercely into the thick fog in the distance.
"Rumble rumble!" As if hitting something, the intense energy cleared the mist, revealing a massive stone pillar soaring into the clouds. The two artifacts landed heavily on top.
The entire pillar trembled visibly, fractures appearing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, causing the once straight pillar to begin to topple. Even the sky underwent drastic changes, as if the pillar supported the heavens.
"!!!" Both Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, upon seeing the leaning pillar, realized the situation was dire. They made the same move, rushing to support the falling pillar.
However, the pillar seemed to possess immense power, and even the two mighty ancient deities struggled to hold it up, ultimately unable to prevent its collapse.
In the end, the pillar fell, crushing both ancient deities beneath it, their fates unknown...
