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The sound spread like wildfire, and in an instant, it swept through every corner of the Vermilion Bird Gate like a whirlwind, igniting the fervor and awe in everyone's hearts.

"Lord Suzaku!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth, and knelt down in unison towards the altar, their piety evident in their expressions.

Even Lian Hu was swept up in the frenzied atmosphere, involuntarily kneeling on the ground, a strange sense of awe and excitement welling up in his heart, as if at this moment, all reason had been overwhelmed by this wave of fervor.

However, among the dark mass of people kneeling, Murong Yu keenly sensed something amiss.

She clearly saw that a faint red light rose above the heads of a small number of people kneeling on the ground, like fireflies in the night, weak yet exceptionally conspicuous.

As soon as these red lights appeared, they seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, flying towards the Altar of Heaven in the center of the Vermilion Bird Gate.

As the wisps of red light left their bodies, the kneeling crowd instantly aged decades, the marks of time quietly creeping onto their faces.

But everyone was oblivious to this, still fervently chanting "Lord Suzaku," as if pouring all their reverence and faith into these shouts.

Only Murong Yu seemed to be completely detached from all of this, unaffected in the slightest.

She raised her head and met the gaze of the red-clad figure on the altar once more, a complex and ambiguous emotion flashing in her eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, she drew her sword, and in a flash, she sped towards the altar like an arrow released from a bow.

……

Huo Yu and Long Yucheng, who were in the midst of the bustling crowd, naturally witnessed the dazzling red light when the formation was activated.

As everyone around them knelt down in worship, a slightly excited voice came from within the love charm in Huo Yu's arms:

"Senior brother, the spiritual energy within me has returned!"

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yu witnessed a scene that left everyone speechless:

Long Yucheng remained in dog form, but summoned a flying sword from somewhere. He leaped up and landed steadily on the sword, appearing quite composed.

Although he could retrieve items from his storage bag and even fly on his sword, Long Yucheng glanced down at his forepaws, then looked up at Huo Yu beside him, his voice almost tangible with frustration:

"Senior brother... my current appearance doesn't seem to be caused by any restriction, I can't change back."

In fact, Huo Yu had already tried various methods, but still could not find any trace of restrictions on Long Yucheng. Long Yucheng's current appearance was probably related to this illusion.

However, Long Yucheng's attention was soon drawn to several beams of red light flying out from the heads of the people around him.

Wang Erniu, who had been chatting with him, now knelt down along with all the mortals, shouting "Lord Zhuque" with fervor.

Although no red light left Wang Erniu's body, at the moment the formation was activated, his face seemed to have aged decades, and even his hair was mottled with silver, making him look particularly shocking.

After witnessing the horrific scene of all the mortals within his sight instantly losing decades of their lifespan, Long Yucheng no longer cared about his appearance. He hurriedly sheathed his flying sword, landed back on the ground, and looked at Huo Yu in a panic:

"Senior brother, what kind of evil magic is this! What are those red lights being drawn from mortal bodies?"

“That’s luck.”

Huo Yu answered the second question in a deep voice, then looked up at the Temple of Heaven.

Long Yucheng followed his gaze and saw countless red lights converging in one place above the bronze cauldron where the Vermilion Bird Sacred Fire was burning fiercely, as if it were a tangible substance.

This fervent atmosphere spread rapidly not only among the common people in the square, but also among the princes and nobles on the Temple of Heaven, who watched this breathtaking scene with disbelief and awe.

A wisp of red light was quietly drawn from the top of each of their heads by the formation, but no one noticed.

"Luck? But isn't luck something that only those who carry the Vermilion Bird Seal possess? Why is there so much of it here?"

The speaker was Su Yixuan, who had just flown to Huo Yu and Long Yucheng's side on a paper crane, followed closely by Guan Fengyue, who arrived on a sword.

Because of the crowded surroundings and the difficulty in finding a place to stand, the two women had no choice but to remain on their flying magical artifact and talk to the two men from the air.

"They are all descendants of the incarnations of destiny throughout history."

Huo Yu explained in a calm tone.

He had already noticed that the proportion of people with spiritual roots in Vermilion Bird City was extremely low, a situation that was almost rare.

Just now on the terrace, he was even more certain that none of the royal family members on the Temple of Heaven possessed spiritual roots.

"Can luck be inherited by offspring?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yixuan's face showed disbelief.

Despite being filled with surprise, this seemed to be the most reasonable explanation at the moment, making it hard not to believe.

Long Yucheng raised the most crucial question:

"Why is this formation collecting fortune?"

Given that Su Yixuan and Guan Fengyue were both present, he did not continue to use the Tongxin Jue to communicate with Huo Yu telepathically, but instead directly used his divine sense to communicate synchronously with the other three.

"Senior Brother Long, you can use your divine sense now?"

Although Guan Fengyue didn't know what they meant by "luck," she immediately noticed that Long Yucheng could use spiritual power.

"The moment the formation was activated, my spiritual power suddenly returned."

There was a hint of doubt in Long Yucheng's voice.

Upon hearing this, Guan Fengyue seemed to have realized something crucial. She quickly took out her Sacred Flame Token from her storage bag, glanced at the group, and then handed it to Su Yixuan.

Su Yixuan took the token somewhat blankly, her gaze falling on Guan Fengyue. She saw that even after Guan Fengyue handed over the Sacred Flame Token, the flying sword beneath her feet still steadily supported her flight, showing no sign of losing its spiritual power.

Su Yixuan instantly understood Guan Fengyue's meaning, and her face turned deathly pale:

"The Vermilion Bird Barrier... has failed!"

Long Yucheng suddenly realized why he was able to use spiritual power and why someone dared to openly attack a mortal in a sacred place like Vermilion Bird City, which has strict protection for mortals.

The failure of the Vermilion Bird's restriction undoubtedly foreshadows something extremely serious—

"We must stop this formation as soon as possible, or all the mortals here will perish!"

Long Yucheng looked around anxiously, only to see that everyone seemed to be in a hysterical state, completely immersed in the frenzied atmosphere, and had no reaction to anything happening in the outside world.

His gaze fell on Wang Erniu, the friend who had been talking to him normally just moments before, but was now completely immersed in fervor.

Before Long Yucheng could come up with a solution, the next second, he felt his body lighten again, and when he looked up again, all he could see was Huo Yu's perfect jawline.