Seven days pa*sed in a flash.
During these seven days, the divine capital returned to a rare calm. For the first time since Qingyu arrived in Northern Zhou two years ago, this place was so calm, with no storm and no dark tide.
Even Yi Qianshan and the others only dared to search for Feng Jiu in the shadows, not daring to show themselves in a big way.
After all, General Yi should be at Bracket Canyon Pa*s defending the Golden Wolf Khan’s court in the northern gra*slands, so to appear in the divine capital was an unauthorized absence.
For a while, there was a peace in God’s capital that hadn’t existed for decades, and even the fops who molested the girls in the streets were hard to come by.
However, those in the know knew that this was the calm before the storm.
Everyone was watching to see into whose hands the future of Northern Zhou would fall.
And now, the final peace is about to disappear.
On the 28th of July, in Fenglai Mountain.
Feng Tianming, a thin and dry man, was being supported by Feng Qiwu as he walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.
“Father, watch your step.” Feng Qiwu said carefully.
These days, for some reason, the number of official documents had decreased, so Feng Tianming and his son took advantage of this rare opportunity to take a walk on Fenglai Mountain.
After all, after today, it was time for father and son to part ways.
“Father, at the top of Fenglai Mountain, the small pavilion built by the Great Ancestor is still there, so we can go there and enjoy the beauty of the landscape.” Feng Qiwu smiled.
This Fenglai Mountain, he had just been here two months ago. At that time, he had made an appointment with the eldest sister of the Si family to trek on this Fenglai Mountain, but to his surprise, Si Qingwei and his little sister had been attacked by Gongzi Yu, and if not for someone saving them, they might have been killed.
“Fenglai Mountain is the place where the divine capital was built by the Great Ancestor. I came here several times when I was young, but unfortunately, after I ascended to the throne, I didn’t come here once.” Feng Tianming sighed.
“Then Father should take a good look.” Feng Qiwu suggested with a smile.
However Feng Tian Ming’s reply was still a sigh, “Unfortunately, this time I still won’t be able to take a good look.”
“Why ——”
As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the top of Fenglai Mountain.
Only to see that this place now no longer had any small pavilion built by the great ancestor, only the base plate inscribed with complex formation patterns spread throughout the mountain top, the crimson patterns made this green mountain, all seem to be dyed with flames.
“Father, this ——”
Feng Qiwu’s trembling finger pointed to the stone pillars standing on the periphery of the formation plate. The phoenixes flying on these stone pillars were clearly carvings, but they actually gave a feeling like living things.
Of course, what made Feng Qiwu tremble was not these stone pillars, but the man who was tied to them with iron ropes and was tilting his head unconscious.
“The Second Imperial Brother, the Fourth Imperial Brother, the Seventh Imperial Brother, the Twelfth Imperial Brother, the Imperial Sister, and —–”
Feng Jiu turned her gaze to the centre of the formation plate in disbelief.
There, there was an altar with an upper tree a stone pillar that was two circles larger than the periphery, and on this pillar, a magnificent palace-dressed woman was tied with a crimson inflamed crystal chain.
Feng Mingxiao, the eldest princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
The chain was made by the Northern Zhou Imperial Court to punish royal sinners, and even a godlike person would find it difficult to break free of the chain, which was made to restrict practitioners of the Phoenix Heavenly Curse.
What’s more, Feng Mingxiao had also been struck by the Phoenix Tears which suppressed the Fire True Qi.
“Father, you — exactly ——” Feng Qiwu didn’t know what he should say or what he wanted to say, his mind was in chaos, what was happening in front of him didn’t look like a joke or an act of kindness in any way.
Faced with his son’s incredulous questioning, Feng Tianming gently broke away from his support, his slightly hunched body instantly straightening up as he gazed at the nine stone pillars on the periphery of the formation and sighed, “Old Eight, originally you didn’t need to come here. It’s just a pity that due to your mother’s and Old Six’s nonsense, there aren’t even enough people here to make up nine.”
“Insufficient to make up – what does that mean ——” Feng Qiuwu’s mind was still muddled and he only knew how to ask in a muddled voice.
“It means that the nine blood relatives he needs as sacrifices can’t be gathered now.” The gorgeous palace-dressed woman sneered from atop the altar.
“Tian Ming, I find that I have underestimated you after all. I didn’t expect that my own brother would have such a malicious heart.”
“A small measure is not a gentleman, and no poison is not a husband. Sister, it is not that you underestimate me, but that you have never seen through me from the very beginning.” Feng Tianming said indifferently.
And at that moment, from the message of their conversation, Feng Qiwu understood what his beloved father, exactly, wanted to do, “Blood relatives – sacrifices, Father, you – you are going to perform a nirvana sacrifice?!”
Although he was not as knowledgeable about all the martial arts as Feng Jiu, Feng Qiwu still knew a little about this forbidden art of the Feng family.
This father of his was going to take the lives of his own sister and his own children to help him rebuild his nirvana and transform his bones.
“Father, what about stabilising the Nine Dragons Ding Heavenly Grand Formation?”
Feng Tianming’s reply was still desperate, “Adding Feng Jiu afterwards and using the corpses of your fourteen imperial sons and daughters as town objects will suffice.”
“You ——”
“Go in peace, Old Eight.”
Eunuch Leng quietly appeared behind Feng Qiwu and grabbed him by the shoulder with one hand, the cold chill immediately causing him to lose his power to resist.
“Your Eighth Highness, please do so.”
With a gentle push of his hand, Feng Qiwu’s body, which could hardly move, floated away and leaned against the stone pillar, the iron rope automatically binding him.
And at this time, perhaps hearing Feng Qiwu’s indignant cry from earlier, the rest of the several imperial sons and daughters who were bound to the stone pillars slowly woke up.
“This — Father Emperor, what is this ——”
“Father ——”
“Woah woah woah ——”
The sudden loud cries caused the crowd to hit their eyes on the stone pillar at the very end.
There, the little princess Feng Chu Han was crying with pearly tears.
The young princess couldn’t understand what was going on, but when she saw her brother and her aunt tied to the stone pillar, she felt a pang of uncertainty in her heart and wanted to cry all the time.
“Feng Tianming!” In the middle of the altar, Feng Ming Xiao shouted angrily, “Han’er is not yet an adult, can you bear to let her die like this?”
“Father, it is fine if my brothers and I die, but my little sister is still young and has not yet experienced the beauty of this world, so she cannot die like this! Feng Qiwu also cried out and struggled for his life.
Unfortunately, his struggles and cries could not shake the man’s heart.
With six blood relatives, the chance of success was already less than fifty percent, and with one less, was it thirty percent? Or 20%?
Feng Tianming refused to give up half a percent.
“You were born in the world, I gave you life, now it is time to give it back to me.”
Feng Tianming indifferently stepped into the formation plate and stood in the place of the sacrificial altar recipients.
The time of day was approaching, the Nirvana Festival, was about to begin.
