Chapter 874: Chapter 84: As Spring Arrives, If I Don’t Speak First, Which Insect Dares to Chirp?_2

The ancestral ceremony has officially begun.

The sound of drums and bells did not cease, continuously resonating.

The process of the ancestral ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner.

Soon, a team of people approached the Sword Commanding Stage at a steady pace.

The team was exceedingly large.

The three leading individuals at the forefront were all dressed in golden yellow robes, possessing a divine might as if holding a prison.

Judging by their appearance alone, they looked almost indistinguishable from the Human Race, resembling middle-aged men in their forties, exuding immense majesty.

Chi Venerable, War Venerable, and Ming Venerable, as the three strongest demon lords in the Burning Moon Domain today, held the highest status and rarely showed themselves in public, let alone personally attending the ancestral ceremony.

These three were the demon lords under the command of Chi Venerable, War Venerable, and Ming Venerable, representing them to pay homage to the demonic sword.

Behind them were the purebloods from various branches of the War Demon Clan, whether family heads or heirs.

In summary, their statuses were all high, with the lowest possessing Eighth Grade cultivation.

There were nearly two hundred people.

This was only about fifty percent of the top masters within the royal family of the War Demon Clan, not even including the war demons from the King Realm.

Despite their immense power, the War Demon Clan was indeed the smallest in number among the demon races in the Burning Moon Domain.

This showcased the overall strength of the Burning Moon Domain, which was extraordinarily formidable.

Everyone’s attention was fixed on this team, fully engrossed in the ceremony.

Lu Qingshan, however, stood at a considerable distance, seriously observing the six Warfare Steles left by the Mangcang Demon Venerable for the first time.

His gaze concentrated on the unusual patterns on the steles, attempting to comprehend their profound mysteries.

As his mind immersed in the observation, a streak of blood-colored faint light appeared on the Bloodstain Warfare Stele, the same stele Ying Jie had comprehended.

Ying Jie, mingling in the crowd, seemed to sense something at this moment, raising his head in astonishment to look at the Bloodstain Warfare Stele.

However, the blood-colored faint light blended perfectly with the rays of the blood sun, showing no anomaly.

If he hadn’t comprehended the profound mysteries within the Bloodstain Warfare Stele, he might not have even sensed this slight discrepancy.

“Is it an illusion?” Ying Jie murmured in his heart.

He had just seemed to see the blood stains on the Bloodstain Warfare Stele inexplicably move.

But upon a closer look, he found no changes; the blood stains remained in their original positions, akin to dead objects.

“It must be an illusion.” He thought.

If those blood stains moved, it would signify someone else had comprehended the profound mysteries within.

But he had only just comprehended the Warfare Stele a few days ago.

How could such a miracle, which might not occur in thousands of years, appear a second time within days?

Ying Jie soon regained his calm, focusing his mind on the ongoing ancestral ceremony, glancing at Lu Qingshan from a distance with a sneer.

“Such bravery, knowing I would appear at the ancestral ceremony, yet still daring to attend.”

“Indeed, if he wasn’t so reckless, how could he dare oppose me when my dominance is already established?”

Until now, Lu Qingshan had yet to respond to his request for two young human girls.

“The reason I’ve tolerated you these days is just to find the right moment to strike. Do you really think you’re capable?”

Ying Jie’s thoughts were sinister, breeding toxic plans.

He had found the perfect moment to strike.

What occasion could be grander than the ancestral day?

If he struck against Qing Ge in such a setting, humiliating him thoroughly, he might directly break his defense, right?

…..

On this side, Lu Qingshan withdrew his gaze from the Bloodstain Warfare Stele, turning to the adjacent Warfare Stele.

His eyes didn’t linger long on each Warfare Stele, quickly observing all six.

Soon, a faint smile appeared on his face.

“Just as I thought…”

The blood sun gradually rose, its light growing stronger.

Bathed in the blood-colored rays, Lu Qingshan’s mind relaxed, his gaze finally focusing ahead at the ceremony.

At this moment, the three demon lords representing the three branches of the royal family had ascended the high stage.

The music ceased, with demonic cultivators respectfully reading the blessing scripts kneeling.

After reading, the music resumed.

Followed by the three demon lords leading everyone to perform the ritual of three kneels and nine bows towards the demonic sword at the center of the Sword Commanding Stage.

Ying Jie was amongst them.

Lu Qingshan lowered his eyes, concealing all emotions, hiding his thoughts.

By now, the ancestral ceremony was only halfway through.

He began to idle, genuinely observing the ceremony with interest like an audience.

…..

No accident occurred, nor was it possible for an accident to happen.

The ancestral ceremony proceeded smoothly through all the processes.

With another deep drum sound resounding throughout the entire royal city, this ancestral ceremony formally ended.

Everyone started to exit in order.

The order of exiting was also significant.

Just like in school meetings, leaders arrived last but during the exit, only after the leaders on the stage had completely left, were the students allowed to leave.

The ancestral ceremony was the same.

Initially, the participating demonic cultivators exited.

However, today’s scene was somewhat different from usual.

……

Lu Qingshan frowned, eyes coldly watching ahead.

Always expected…

Ahead, Ying Jie strode towards him with a proud expression.

He wore the golden yellow robe required for the ancestral ceremony, embroidered with numerous golden patterns, appearing exceptionally noble, exuding an intimidating aura.