Any outsider daring to break the law without an imperial edict!
And the shadow of the elder that just hung onto the sky, actually scread, with a pair of scarlet eyes lighting up, gazing towards them.
A slight shake, pointing out with a hand!
Imdiate betrayal...
"Everyone, do not act!"
In the chaos, Duke Wuyou roared sternly, "Rally to !"
Shekri unhesitatingly stuck close, and the others rushed to surround Duke Wuyou, wishing to make him sweat all over.
But even drenched in sweat, it's useless; seeing the shadows coming closer, the crowd once again beca chaotic.
Among the jostling, Duke Wuyou finally opened the brocade box he took out, carefully holding a rusty, broken iron rod-like thing.
With the injection of spiritual energy and the transformation by the Heavenly Essence Law, the broken iron rod surprisingly extended rapidly, faint glimring light emanating from the broken ends, forming into a splendid and majestic ritual staff.
Suddenly, it was struck towards the ground!
Instantly, golden ripples spread, enveloping everyone present, and at the mont of contact, all bizarre shadows halted in place.
Then, without hesitation, they knelt down, kowtowing in reverence!
In awe of this ceremonial staff once wielded by the Emperor Guard, they dared not offend.
Yet, the light flickered, struggling to persist.
Visibly dissipating at a rapid pace...
Yet the dense shadows around remained prostrate on the ground, constantly kowtowing devoutly, showing no intention of dispersing.
And as the light of the ceremonial staff dimd, the shadows furthest away began to faintly show a tendency of scarlet coloring re-erging.
"Duke Wuyou, what do we do?" Soone shuddered, "Could we... fly over?"
"Seeking death, are you?!"
Duke Wuyou laughed angrily, "The temple is regarded as the Emperor's mausoleum!
Within three hundred miles of the imperial presence, dare not worship and lose both feet, gouge both eyes; dare to spy on heavenly visage, execution; dare to rise and fall without edict, annihilation of three generations!"
The proposer stiffened, then bewildered, "Then what do we do?"
"...Go!"
With a twitching expression, Duke Wuyou spat out a word through clenched teeth, then warned, "Follow , walk slowly, don't alarm those ghostly things anymore, understand?!"
With that said, rolling up sleeves and pant legs, hoisting the ceremonial staff, twisting his body like a tortoise, searching for footholds amidst countless kowtowing shadows, clumsily overcoming them.
And right behind him, everyone watched this scene, expressions twitching, lowered their heads, lined up, carrying nurous boxes and supplies, forming a winding dragon-like procession step by step...
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"Hmm? What the hell is that noise?"
At this mont, halfway up the temple mountain, inside a hall doing God-knows-what, Ji Jue turned back puzzled, looking towards the source of the screams, seeing nothing.
Soon, he lost interest and withdrew his gaze, nimbly flipping skewers of at on the grill, sprinkling cumin and chili with the other hand, not forgetting to turn back, continuing the earlier conversation with new local friends, "Hey, let tell you, the grandfathers of our old Empire, they are the real deal... this flavor is authentic!"
Unfortunately, the shadows on the side didn't respond no matter how he prodded or put an arm around them, a picture of noble aloofness.
Instead, upon hearing the screams, they suddenly seed to spring into action, rushing out in droves... leaving the enthusiastic sightseer behind, ignoring him completely.
What can I say, the local bunch is quite impolite.
"Go on, go on,"
Ji Jue sighed, regretfully shaking his head, biting into the sizzling skewers, "Busy, everyone's busy..."
Being busy is good.
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