On the day of the festival, Lihuo City was unexpectedly quiet. Every house locked its doors, as if no one lived in the city except for invited outsiders like them.

Starting early in the morning, the barrier covering the city has emitted a light red halo. As time goes by, the color becomes darker, making people's eyes look red.

There were only a dozen people from each blood race who were qualified to watch the ceremony. The rest stayed in the post house, and the young clan leaders of each race were invited to go early because they wanted to participate in the ceremony.

At noon, Baili Yan had already arrived at the viewing platform with people from all ethnic groups. Yesterday, the center of Lihuo City, which was full of merchants, had become an altar today. The methods of various ethnic groups were indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Except for her, no one seemed to be surprised by this. Seeing that no one was talking, she couldn't ask Bai Hong to ask anything, so she could only hold it in her heart and prepare to go back and ask Bai Ye.

Not long after waiting, a rapid and heart-pounding drumbeat suddenly sounded. After the last drumbeat fell, the sky resounded with the cry of phoenix, and a huge fire phoenix flew down from the barrier and rushed towards the sacrifice.

tower.

After losing the fire phoenix, the barrier above became pitch black, there was no more light in the city, and the countless lamps connected to the altar were lit one after another.

It only took a moment, but when Baili Yan opened his eyes, he found that they were no longer in Lihuo City.

There were no buildings around, except for the sound of jumping flames. Only the sound of phoenix chirping echoed in the ears. Under the dim firelight, Feng Qiwu, dressed in a white robe, knelt on the altar with his back to the crowd and read the sacrificial inscription word for word.

.Every time she spoke, golden words floated out of the lamp and flew into the air until the entire memorial text was over.

"Please, the blood of nine tribes." An old voice came from the corner of the altar, from an old man with white beard and hair. Baili Yan looked up, but found that the old man's face was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

Standing under the altar, the nine young patriarchs who were invited to participate in the Phoenix Clan's ceremony dropped the blood from their middle fingers into the golden cup placed in front of them.

The liquid contained in the calendula was also golden, and a small vortex formed after the blood droplets fell into it. Then the liquid in the cup vacated, and the nine groups merged together, forming a larger golden vortex in the air.

"Please, the Lost Door." The old man spoke again, and a door appeared in the center of the golden vortex. The door became bigger and bigger, until finally only a layer of gold rim remained in the golden vortex.

After the ancient stone door appeared, everyone's eyes fell on it, and everyone could feel that there was a force pulling them on the door.

Until she entered the so-called Lost Land, Baili Yan still hadn't realized how she got here, and no one even told her how to get out.

Moreover, the person who was standing next to her just now has disappeared. She is now the only one where she stands.

She looked around and saw that this place seemed to be a large underground palace. The floor tiles of the same material and different textures on the ground gave her a guess about this place.

A place very similar to White/Tiger Holy City, but it should be much bigger than there.

In fact, she didn't know much about the holy city buried under the vast desert. Bai Ye took her away that day. She had no idea how big the city was.
Chapter completed!