Actually, all the preparations for the migration were mostly complete. Why wait a few more days?
Because Yuan Heng had proposed a sacrifice to the Three Ancestors.
Yuan Heng had told them, “Our Holy Mother created the Human Race, completing the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity. Naturally, we should feel deep gratitude toward her... We shall set up an altar to sacrifice to the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, praying to Heaven and Earth for a peaceful journey and that the fire of our Human Race will never be extinguished.”
This was her own little scheme; she wanted to see if she could awaken the Human Path ahead of schedule.
Even better, she could awaken the Earthly Path. Right now, only the Heavenly Dao was struggling to support the Three Talents. Although the Six Sages had taken their places, her master was still working too hard.
As a good disciple, it was only natural for her to proactively share her master’s burdens~
Upon hearing this, the Three Ancestors fell silent for a moment. They exchanged knowing glances, readily agreed, and immediately organized their clansmen to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony in full swing.
For the Human Race, this was a great thing.
A three-tiered high platform of yellow earth was built on Mount Buzhou. On the platform stood three totems: the pattern of stars in the heavens represented the Heavenly Dao, the lines of mountains and rivers represented the Earthly Path, and the silhouette of the Human Race's hearth fire represented the Human Path...
It was quite impressive, but they lacked ritual vessels. What about a cauldron?
How could they not have a cauldron?
Yuan Heng’s DNA instantly began to stir. She decided to lead the Human Race, along with her own martial nephews, to forge a large cauldron specifically for sacrifices, using the Qiankun Cauldron as a prototype.
The Qiankun Cauldron bore heaven and supported earth, gathered auspiciousness, and stabilized fate... It was the perfect template.
Thus, they busied themselves for a time. Leveraging the weapon-forging capabilities of the Qiankun Cauldron, they used raw clay from Mount Buzhou, red gold sand from the banks of the Buzhou River, and the marrow-condensing jade of mountain streams gathered by the humans themselves...
They also took the ashes of Suiren’s flame, cosmic stardust that fell from the high mountains, and spiritual spring water from the deep earth veins, blending them all together.
The first orthodox ritual vessel of the Human Race was completed in this manner. Engraved on its body were the celestial patterns of the Heavenly Dao, the mountain and river patterns of the Earthly Path, and the flame patterns of the Human Path, perfectly corresponding to the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.
Yuan Heng looked at the cauldron standing firmly on the altar, highly satisfied. Excellent.
That was until the Three Ancestors turned their joyful gazes entirely onto her. “Heng, why don't you name this cauldron?”
Yuan Heng's eyes widened in surprise. “Ah? Me?”
Youchao spoke directly. “Since you are the Fourth Ancestor of the Human Race, the one who proposed the sacrifice, and the leader of the cauldron-forging process, you are naturally the one to name it.”
Yuan Heng thought about it and realized he was right. Looking at the patterns symbolizing the three paths on the cauldron, a spark of inspiration hit her. “Then let us call it the Sancai Cauldron.”
The Three Ancestors exchanged glances. Heng really was different from them; she seemed to know so much.
Although she never seemed to wash her face properly, she was far too familiar with the immortals who had come to aid the Human Race...
They suppressed the thoughts in their hearts. Ultimately, it was all for the good of the Human Race. If she didn't say anything, they would just pretend not to notice.
Ziyishi was the first to respond. “Very well. Then when do we begin the sacrifice?”
“Hmm...”
Yuan Heng tapped her clever little head. The current Human Race had no concept of an auspicious hour. If it were up to her: “Let us choose tomorrow at dawn, when the morning sun first rises.”
They could watch the sunrise at the same time. Splendid~
The Three Ancestors nodded and went their separate ways. They still needed to look over the sacrificial text Yuan Heng had taught them. They would be standing on the platform tomorrow, and this was the most important event of the Human Race.
They were so nervous, so incredibly nervous.
After they left, Yuan Heng walked up to the sacrificial altar and reached out to gently touch this highly significant cauldron.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she murmured, “Can a little butterfly like me truly stir up a storm...”
We shall see tomorrow.
With nothing left to do today, she decided to find her martial nephews and play. Along the way, she would hand a major task to her eldest martial nephew of the Humanity Cult—leading the sacrificial ceremony.
Under Nameless’s complicated expression, Yuan Heng successfully handed the duty over to him, thoughtfully telling him to figure out how to start the ceremony tomorrow on his own.
To be completely honest, Nameless's little expression was truly amusing.
Yuan Heng had a bit of a mischievous streak. Since her martial nephew had a quiet and indifferent temperament, she wanted nothing more than to make him the center of attention~
Hehehe~
“Yes, Fourth Ancestor. I accept the task.”
With a successful grin on her small face, Yuan Heng stood on her tiptoes, reached up, and patted Nameless on the shoulder. “Great, then I'll leave the hard work to you, Martial Nephew~”
Hehehe, she was too bad. She was going to be even worse.
“Remember, you have to think of some grand and elegant words. It should express our gratitude and respect to Holy Mother Nuwa, state our Human Race’s core resolve to establish ourselves in the Primordial World, and show enough sincerity to the three paths~”
Nameless froze. His brain buzzed for a second. “Ah, is it really that complicated...”
“Little Junior Aunt, why don't you write down the words and let me memorize them instead?”
Yuan Heng gave a mysterious smile. “No can do. This is a test from your martial aunt. Good luck~”
And so, under the sympathetic gazes of Duobao, Nanji, and the others, Nameless began his brainstorming session. He manipulated Daoist characters, writing and drawing in midair, occasionally making sounds of rejection.
“This won't do... it lacks a bit of respect. This won't do either... it's a bit too sycophantic...”
Yuan Heng looked at this scene, her small face filled with laughter. Hahaha, Martial Nephew Xuandu’s brain was practically smoking.
“Hehehe, teasing honest people is so much fun~”
Duobao, Nanji, Huanglong, and Dizang: “...”
As long as you’re happy, Little Junior Aunt.
The next day, as the morning sun first rose, the Human Race's first grand sacrifice officially commenced.
The space below the sacrificial altar was packed with a dense crowd of people. Thousands of innate humans stood neatly on both sides of the altar, quiet and solemn, without a single sound.
The old, the weak, the women, the children, and the strong of the tribe all stood below the platform. The hearth fire burned quietly, and along with the rising sun, warm light washed over the entire sacrificial altar.
Nameless stood on the high platform alongside the Three Ancestors. After a brief moment, he cleared his throat, his clear voice carrying a hint of resonance.
“I, Nameless of the Human Race, eldest disciple under the Taiqing Sage of the Humanity Cult.”
“Entrusted by the Human Race, I am here today to host the grand sacrifice of our Human Race to the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity...”
Nameless took a step forward and bowed deeply to the humans below before continuing.
“Our Human Race was molded from clay and given form by Holy Mother Nuwa. We were granted a chance of survival by our Fourth Ancestor, and awakened through the Grand Dao of the Golden Elixir of the Taiqing Sage, allowing us to survive and escape from ignorance.”
“Today, to ensure our survival and continuity, our tribes wish to migrate to the east and the west. This concerns the prosperity and decline of our race, and we must report this to the Three Talents!”
“We invite the Three Ancestors to offer sacrifices to the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity!”
As soon as Nameless finished speaking, under Yuan Heng’s highly satisfied expression, he slipped off the stage and stood next to her.
While feeling a bit proud, he also quietly let out a sigh of relief. He could finally keep a low profile again.
Yuan Heng raised her eyebrows. It wasn't all just a prank; mostly, little Xuandu was really the perfect fit. He was, after all, the very first human created by Holy Mother Nuwa—her masterpiece of showcasing her skills—and he was also the sole disciple of Senior Brother Taiqing of the Humanity Cult. Who else but him could take the position of chief priest?
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