erestimated the significance of the Yellow River Meeting...Just a moment ago.Did Zhuang Gao and Du Ruhui, along with other advisors, have any other optionsWho is itThat Fu Baosong who was trampled in...Things seem to be getting easier.

As long as Qi Xiao is willing to speak up, it's not difficult at all to save a Zhu Bi Qiong.

The excitement in my heart only lasted a moment before Jiang Wang snuffed it out.

If things were really that easy, Jiang Wuyou wouldn't have kept her cards so close to her chest.

It's hard to imagine that Qi Xiao, a renowned figure like him, the garrison commander of Zhending Island, would personally go all the way to Tianya Stage just to challenge the rules of the Sea Sacrifice for a disciple who had been stripped of his cultivation because of Dianghai Building.

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It's not that Jiang Wang doesn't have the face for this. Even Jiang Wuyu is far from it.

Jiang Wuyou didn't mention this beforehand, the only explanation is that she wasn't sure if Qi Xiao would come.

Previously, there was an agreement that she originally went to Jue Ming Island to operate and have the generals close to her represent Jue Ming Island in this grand Ocean Festival. This way, she could speak up for Zhu Biqiong at a critical moment.

And Xia Shijun's commander, Qi Xiao, was not originally in their plans.

Jiang Wuyou did not see Jiang Wang in the crowd, and she was unable to contact him privately at this time. However, she sat calmly on her seat, beside the real person, with an air of composure.

Regardless of how unexpected, things are ultimately developing in a positive direction.

Jiang Wang quickly made a deduction in his heart——

Qixiao decided to make a personal trip to Tianya Stage for some reason, a reason that might be the same as Yang Feng's in Danggu. Now, perhaps only people of their level could know about it.

And Jiang Wuyu seized the opportunity, leveraging her status as the Palace Master of Huaying Palace, to walk alongside Qi Xiao. This was undoubtedly a successful act of using someone else's power for personal gain.

Regardless of what people from all walks of life are thinking, on and off the stage.

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At the head of the procession, Chongguang Real Person looked ahead with a calm voice that clearly reached everyone's ears: "Since Generals Yang and Qi have both arrived, and the moon is high in the sky, then the grand sea sacrifice ceremony officially begins!"

A tall, thin old man walked to the head of the table and shouted, "Play music!"

This person is exactly Hai Jingping, the guardian elder known to Jiang Wang. He is one of the four elders in charge of the practical matters of this Sea Sacrifice Ceremony.

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Knock, knock, knock, knock!

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The heavy war drums, at his call.

Then came a desolate trumpet call, echoing through the night sky.

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One cry after another, echoed throughout the entire Moonlit Isle.

After nine consecutive blasts of the horn.

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On the Tianya Stage, and across the entire Xianghai Island, countless people opened their lips and sang.

Millions upon millions of subtle voices, surging in from all directions, converge and become grand, vast, and awe-inspiring.

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The song sang —

The heavens are vast and cloud-covered, the journey long and arduous.

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I wish to wield a long spear, today to fight the sea of rage.

Let my armor be shattered, what do I fear

Where is my consideration for my own body and life

I have a body of iron, disassembling every root and pounding the war drums.

My blood is boiling with passion, splashing into the vast sky, how refreshing!

A mother loses her clothes, a son loses his arms.

Where will the soul return to The jade is shattered, and the spirit platform destroyed!

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This dirge, titled "Soul's Return," is a call for the spirits to return, but it is sung from the perspective of a warrior.

Warriors bravely fight in the raging sea, fearing no sacrifice. They aim to shatter iron bones and pour their hot blood, throwing their entire lives into defending the sea frontier.

But did he really have no regrets

His mother, having lost her child, wanted to sew clothes for him again but didn't know to whom she should entrust them.

His children, having lost their father, longed for his embrace but would never feel it again.

But, but...

But even so, there is no need to ask "where" my soul will return.

“I shall die here, fully conscious, utterly free, as pure and white as jade, dying on the sea frontier.”

One person's pain is a family's grief, it is to prevent the sorrow of thousands of households.

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Ordinary seamen hear a tale of a household head battling the unpredictable sea to make a living. Supernatural practitioners, however, see in this elegy a generation upon generation of extraordinary warriors who fought and died on the maritime frontier.

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With their backs to humanity, they face the boundless ocean.

Irrespective of gender, age or cultivation level, regardless of their status, Jiang Wang saw everyone around him singing this elegy in unison. Some were moved to tears, while others wept openly.

Amidst the throng of people singing, he was involuntarily infected by a certain force. He opened his voice and joined the melody. He had never heard this song before, nor had he ever sung it. But naturally, he blended in with it.

There is a grand power that exists in the heart of every individual. It is the recognition of the identity as "humanity," and a great expectation for the common destiny of humankind.

As the song ended, I was almost moved to tears.

For millennia, generation after generation of extraordinary cultivators have fought and battled on the sea frontiers, striving for the safety and survival of humanity.

In comparison, those personal grievances and triumphs, those petty struggles for power and wealth, seem so insignificant!

A moment of silence descended upon the Heavenly Terrace, as if even these extraordinary cultivators were momentarily swept up in a wave of emotion.

While the Elder Haikingping of the Diving Sea Tower once again spoke: "The Sea Sacrifice Grand Ceremony, a great event for the sea people! Held once a year, to ensure peace on the seas!"

He was talking about the traditions of the sea sacrifice ceremony.

Ordinary sailors may not know, but only on this day of the sea festival, the sea is often calm. But the extraordinary cultivators present or less all know a little about it.

On the day of the annual Sea Festival, powerful humans unite to clean the seas.

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To welcome the return of heroic spirits, on this day, within forty-four miles of the human race border in the realm of confusion, no sea tribe is allowed to appear. Regardless of what kind of sea tribe it is, regardless of how strong it is, as long as it approaches within forty-four miles of the human border on this day, it will be slaughtered indiscriminately at any cost.

This rule is called "Jing Hai Ping Bo".

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The Sea Race, of course, could never agree to any decisions made by the Human Race. But as year after year blood flowed, they had come to accept this "tradition".

Although never officially acknowledged, on April Fool's Day each year, the Hai people are unusually calm.

This day was also a rare peaceful day in the troubled world of the Mystical Realm, which had been enduring years of battles.

But all transcendent cultivators should know that the sea was not originally so peaceful.

Hai Jingping stood before the main seat, facing a gathering of guests.

He loudly said, "To welcome the returning spirits, we must first clear away the old furnishings."

“The souls of the heroes return across the sea, and with treacherous lives as tribute!”

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the important moment had arrived. She could only hold her breath and wait.

But then Hai Jingping continued, “This time at the sea festival, there are forty-five people with unforgivable crimes who can be offered as blood sacrifices!”

His eyes turned sharp, scanning left and right as if warning those insidious villains in his heart. He said, “The peaceful days we enjoy now are the result of countless heroes who fought and died for them. These people are ungrateful, disrespectful, disloyal, and unworthy of being human! They should be punished severely to honor the spirits of our fallen comrades!”

He waved his hand grandly: "Bring forth the sacrificial offerings!"

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Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

The drums of war beat again.

In the very center of Tianya Stage, a stone slab slowly slid open, revealing a square opening and a long staircase leading down.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of even, ascending footsteps.

Armed knights in black armor, two by two, led prisoners shackled and bound, step by step, from the stone steps onto the Heavenly Edge Terrace.

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