Offering my divine power to break my karma

Although I was speechless about Zero's behavior of stealing things openly, I really wanted to roll my eyes at him.

But, the other party said that they were willing to save the people of Feng Country, so he was too embarrassed to roll his eyes.

Although Sima Mo could also guess that there should be good things in the jade slip left by Prince Yiren.

But what if I guessed there was something good?

First, even if the other party returns the jade slip to me, I can’t use it.

Second, Miss Murong is a cultivator who knows magic and is not someone a mortal like him can contend with.

What's more, Miss Murong did not take the jade slip in vain. Miss Murong was not only willing to save the people of Feng Kingdom, but also willing to help the royal family of Feng Kingdom completely get rid of the fate of not living beyond 40 years old. This was already very good.

Si Mo took two deep breaths and suppressed the frustration he felt at having his things taken away.

After calming down, Si Mo stood up and bowed respectfully to Ling.

"Thank you, Miss Murong, for saving the people of Feng Country from danger."

Although Ling felt that it was his responsibility to save those innocent people, there was no need for Si Mo to be so polite.

However, since the other party had already accepted the gift, Ling did not say much and accepted the gift calmly.

After thanking Ling for being willing to save the people of Feng Country, Si Mo hesitated for a while and asked:

"Miss Murong, does our Feng Kingdom royal family need to do something?"

Si Mo is naturally afraid of death. 40 years old is the prime of life for a man.

Simo is the crown prince. Unless something unexpected happens, he will inherit the throne. Naturally, he does not want to die at the age of 40.

After hearing Si Mo's question, Ling was silent for a while, then said calmly:

"Get ready to return to the mortal realm."

Sima was shocked.

What? What did Miss Murong say?

Return to the mortal world?

Return to the mortal world!

"Your Feng Nation has disappeared from the mortal world for a thousand years."

Zero dropped a bomb.

Si Mo's pupils trembled when he was hit by the explosion.

What? Thousand years?

Their Feng Kingdom has disappeared from the mortal world for a thousand years?

This, no, wasn't their Feng Kingdom trapped in the magma for only three hundred years? How come it's already a thousand years?

"Your Feng country disappeared in the mortal world and was trapped by the magma because of the tricks of the Demon Cultivation National Master three hundred years ago."

"The immortal weapon that is trapping your Phoenix Nation is about to stop functioning. Sooner or later, you will return to the mortal world, so make preparations early."

"Oh, by the way, the sealed Demon Cultivator and his bead that can devour people's souls will soon reappear. But I will take care of this, so you don't have to worry. You just need to prepare to return to the mortal world."

Several more bombs fell, and Si Mo's pupils trembled.

Immortal weapon?

Is this a weapon used by immortal monks? It was able to trap the Feng Kingdom for so long, what a powerful weapon.

And the sealed magician Guo Xiu is about to appear again, which is... a bit scary.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll do what I promised."

"Oh. Okay~"

Si Mo left the courtyard in a daze.

Seeing his master in a trance, Hu San scratched his head and asked worriedly:

"Master, what's wrong? What did Miss Murong say to you?"

Hearing Hu San's voice, Si Mo came back to his senses from his trance.

Looking at the people on the street who were dressed simply and had somewhat uneasy expressions on their faces.

As he got closer, Simo heard the people's fear and hatred about the upcoming sacrificial ceremony.

There is no shortage of smart people among the people, and these people naturally realized that once the practice of burning men for sacrifice set a precedent, it would be out of control.

They didn't know whether God would protect Feng Kingdom after the sacrifice, but they knew that after the sacrifice began, the ones who would suffer would definitely be the lower-class people like them.

"Ah, it would be nice if Prince Yoshihito were here."

A citizen who knew history sighed.

"Yes, if Prince Yiren was here, this... Imperial Master would not be so rampant."

Another citizen echoed in a low voice.

The people around who knew the history of three hundred years ago also nodded.

Listening to the people's memories of Prince Yiren, Si Mo clenched his fists, and his confused eyes slowly became firm.

He, Simo, will definitely lead the people of Feng Country and escape from the cage that has trapped them for three hundred years.

……

After seeing off Si Mo and his servant, Ling set up a simple defensive formation in the courtyard. Then he began to calm down and carefully study the runes in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Two days later...

Today is the day set for Double Ninth Festival, the day to leave Feng Kingdom. Yemulie, the national teacher, is going to hold a sacrificial ceremony using 10,000 people of Feng Kingdom as sacrifices.

The two things have different purposes, but the destination is the same place - the Nine-story Pagoda of the National Master's Mansion.

As the crown prince, Si Mo naturally had to participate in this sacrifice together with the emperor of Feng Kingdom and civil and military ministers.

Si Mo nervously clenched the amulet in his palm and couldn't help looking around, but he still didn't see the familiar figure.

Sensing the uneasiness of the prince beside him, Feng Huang, who was 42 years old this year and had successfully lived past 40 with the help of the national teacher, glanced at Si Mo with dissatisfaction and lowered his voice to scold:

"Prince, the sacrifice is about to begin, what are you still thinking about!"

Hearing his father's scolding, Sima immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

"My son, I know my mistake."

Seeing that Si Mo admitted his mistake with a good attitude, Feng Huang snorted, turned around and ignored Si Mo.

What Feng Huang didn't see was that the moment he turned around, a cold light flashed across Si Mo's eyes.

While the father and son were talking, ten thousand innocent people who were to be sacrificed today had been taken to the altar in front of the nine-story pagoda by officers and soldiers.

Among the ten thousand people to be sacrificed, the oldest was over sixty years old and the youngest was still an infant.

The altar was covered with complex and strange patterns, not sure if it was painted with cinnabar or blood.

The servants of the Imperial Master's Mansion, who were dressed in Taoist robes, had no mercy at all. With arrogant expressions, they roughly pushed the 10,000 people, men, women, young and old, to specific positions on the altar one by one.

Ten thousand people were like puppets, allowing themselves to be manipulated by the servants of the Imperial Master's Mansion, without any intention of struggling.

However, the eyes of these people were not dull, but they were full of fear and despair.

Souls trapped by the devil cannot break free from the cage that imprisons them and can only wait for death in despair.

Si Mo under the altar gritted his teeth to prevent himself from losing his mind.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, Miss Murong will not lie to me, wait a little longer...

In front of the nine-story pagoda, when ten thousand people were standing in specific positions, wearing black robes, with the exposed skin on their faces and hands covered with wooden columns with strange black patterns, they walked out of the nine-story pagoda.

Seeing the Imperial Master arrive, everyone under the altar, including Feng Huang, knelt down and saluted Mu Lie.

Although Si Mo was unwilling to kneel, his arms were no match for his thighs, so he had to kneel down in the end.

"Sacrifice, begin!"

Mu Lie's hoarse and unpleasant voice, like the quacking of a duck, was heard.

Except for Si Mo, everyone else had a look of anticipation.

A servant from the Imperial Master's Mansion held the youngest of the ten thousand people, a baby sacrifice, in his hands and handed it to the wooden column.

Seeing this, the people on the altar looked even more desperate. Only the mother of the little sacrifice, a woman who was also on the altar, stared at Mu Lie with hatred in her eyes and tears of blood.