933 Mountains and Rivers Share the Sacrifice

y deity It might seem like an endless age to mortals, but it's just a little longer in time."His voice was icy and sharp, his tone flat and cold, as if he were recounting something utterly unrelated t...I looked at Si Huang's expression. Si Huang frowned deeply, looking at me with her gaze fixed on my wrist.

Why are they so obsessed with this bracelet

Is it very valuable

As the leader of a clan, you can't possibly be short on money, right

I couldn't help but speak up, "Si Huang, you said before that you wouldn't fight for the position of God King, but now you say you want to acknowledge your tribe's status Isn't this contradictory... or are you plotting something Is this bracelet so important"

She took a step back, hiding herself in the darkness, and whispered: “No, no. We are just the remnants of the people protected by the God King. How could we possibly have any plots Your Highness doesn't want to believe it, that's fine. We won't bring this up again.”

"The Si Clan's people, we are leaving." She was about to quit and leave it all behind.

Mu Wanchen gave her a cold and indifferent glance, seemingly unwilling to speak softly or beg. He just let them decide whether to follow him or not.

"Wait! That Si Yun from your Si clan just mixed in with the shamans and dragged me off the altar. Now, he's nowhere to be found. Your own clan has a traitor among them. Don't you want him back" I shouted, frowning.

Si Huang glanced at me and said in a low voice, "Since he's a traitor, he should be dealt with by the Shaman King. We have no objections."

Damn, this is totally passing the buck.

“So you're saying you lack sincerity and don't understand what it means to let go. To let go, one must first give up in order to gain... You wouldn't even sell Mu Wanchen a sliver of human kindness, yet you expect him to give you the bracelet How is that possible” I tried to reason with her.

Si Huang snorted and said as she walked, "He doesn't need our help!"

I stared at Mu Wanchen in a daze and whispered, “Don’t you need their help to repair the altar Say a few words to keep them around, give each other some face”

"...No." Mu Wanchen shook his head.

Master suddenly opened his mouth coldly and said, “Long ago, one shouldn't have been entangled with these people, adding unnecessary troubles... If the Dharma gate cannot be purified, there will be no suitable place in the world for you to cultivate. You should take care of yourself.”

Mu Wanchen's eyes were a little helpless. He sighed softly and replied, "…Got it."

The little disciple was moved by pity. Seeing Mu Wanchen so helpless, she quietly tugged at her master's robe and whispered that he spoke too harshly.

"You know how much Mu Wanchen has on his shoulders..." She whispered to her master.

I looked at Mu Wanchen, then at the chaotic crowd both inside and outside the altar.

So many people, yet so quiet, all looking at Mu Wanchen, waiting for his orders.

Only moonlight flowed gently.

"First, let's treat the wounded" I broke the silence.

Mu Wanchen glanced at me, and I gave a somewhat strained smile: "That... I can't do much, but I can help with treating the wounds..."

The injured people couldn't help but whimper softly when they heard this, the halo of light surrounding Mu Wanchen gradually dissipated. He smiled at me: "Good, you worked hard."

No hardship.

I can only do what I can.

Bai Ni's enormous Dharma body blocked the path to the altar. I walked under its head, and it wanted to rub against me.

My goodness, such a big head, if it comes over I'm going to roll out several meters.

"Stop, stop, stop with the cuteness! Wait until you're smaller and then you can rub against me..." I quickly waved my hand at it and squeezed through the gap in its body.

The shrine's tribal guards, priestesses, and shamans were all restrained by golden figures radiating white auras, pinned to the ground unable to move.

I was a little curious and whispered to my junior wife, "…Junior wife, what are these things"

Little Shi Niang opened her mouth, as if she didn't know how to explain, and immediately turned to look at Shi Zun.

Master, regardless of the time, always so dashing and composed. He retracted his sword, stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform of the altar, and said lightly: "The Golden Armor Warriors are divine generals under the command of immortal deities, who drive away demons and subdue evil spirits. They rely on magical power as their strength. A powerful immortal can command countless numbers of them."

"So, Mu Wanchen is actually quite extraordinary" The young wife asked in a low voice.

Master shook his head. "…His heart is still in the mortal world, with attachments that hold him back. It will be difficult for him to attain enlightenment."

I lowered my head, tearing strips of cloth to bandage a man whose head had been cracked by rubble, silently listening to Master's words.

Master is a celestial god, he abides by the precepts and pays attention to his words, never telling lies.

"... Don't you have something on your mind too..." the young wife mumbled.

"That's different. A cultivator and an enlightened being are two different states of mind. A cultivator must temper their mind and transcend worldly attachments in order to attain enlightenment. After attaining enlightenment, one's state of mind becomes much more carefree, and they view worldly concerns differently." Master looked at me as he spoke.

I was taken aback and said bluntly, "Don't put that on me. Mu Wanchen's worry is clearly for these clansmen, not for me... I don't have that much face."

"But you can let him calm down." The master said coldly, "Every day these mundane affairs bother and disturb him, how to cultivate and refine the heart The Dharma ultimately has a day when it is cultivated well, Mu Xiaoqiao will eventually have a day of attaining enlightenment, by then we leave, he will still stand on his own independently Since you are already connected with him by life and death, intertwined, then keep a tranquil space for him."

"I... I'll try my best to help..."

"That's scary," I muttered, pouting a little, feeling a bit wronged.

What does this have to do with me I just came here to get married, and now there's all this chaos.

I also want to help, but what can I do Just not getting in the way would be enough, or maybe I could help move bricks and repair the altar

"You don't have to worry about it… Some of the witchcraft tribe's spells are beyond our comprehension. Look at this altar, I guarantee you it will be repaired in a jiffy," she said while helping me.

"Really" I asked, skeptical.

"Really... Mu Wanchen he... isn't human!" The little wife said seriously.

The non-human King of Wits, by pinching esoteric formulas towards the Moon Lord, borrowed celestial energy. The Moon's brilliance poured down from the top of the heavenly chasm, illuminating the entire mountain belly with a cold and serene moonlight.

He gestured with his finger, directing the clansmen to disperse, form a battle array, and cast spells. The sudden attack had not flustered him in the slightest.

The rubble on the cliff face was lifted and moved by the golden armored warriors. An empty space was quickly cleared, Bai Ni shrank her form and ran to my feet, winding herself around me.

I'm getting used to it!

"This is what it means to follow your husband's lead, haha..." The young wife chuckled and moved three feet away: "I'm still terrified of snakes and spiders..."

"But aren't you afraid of ghosts!" I retorted.

The little wife nodded seriously: "I see ghosts more than people these days."

"No way... Mount Nanshan isn't a blessed paradise How could there be ghosts"

She mysteriously smiled and whispered, "Little Yinluo, haven't you noticed there are many ghosts around you"sted by their boundless magical powers as boundless and magnificent scenery, revered fairy realms.I don't know where other immortals live. I imagine they reside in ethereal realms with picturesque mou...