Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar - Chapter 270 - 134: I’m Really Not Your Ancestor
The ritual ceremony of the Day of Descent is proceeding steadily.
On a towering altar that greatly resembles the Mayan Pyramid, Long Yuanhai, the High Priest, offered sacrifices, holding the ritual tablet and devoutly reciting the ritual words.
According to the legend of the Divine Dragon Race, this gray altar seemingly made of ordinary stones was also left behind at the time of the Dragon Ancestor’s descent.
No one knows what material the altar is actually made of, nor does anyone know the meaning of the mystical lines carved on it.
The members of the Divine Dragon Race only know that this altar has stood here for tens of thousands of years.
Like the Dragon Pearl, it is the foundation of the entire tribe.
It has often combined with the Dragon Pearl to release terrifying attacks to repel invading enemies.
Even a full-force strike from the strongest Celestial Level Powerhouse in the tribe couldn’t damage it in the slightest.
But that was in the past.
Since the power of the Dragon Pearl started to continually diminish, the altar’s power has rapidly declined as well.
Nowadays, the altar is almost no different from items made of ordinary materials, just slightly harder.
The night gradually deepens.
The full moon hanging in midair shines increasingly colder and more brilliant, exuding a trace of ethereal Immortal Aura.
The Divine Dragon Tribe is brightly lit, countless tribesmen prostrate under the High Priest’s guidance, chanting prayers in unison, loudly shouting the name of the Dragon Ancestor, beseeching for divine marvels to descend.
Long Yuanhai and Long Wensheng, the father and son duo, dutifully played their roles as guides, their faces showing undeniable fanaticism and devotion.
Behind the scenes, Long Yuanhai has actually already thought over how to appease the tribe if he fails.
As the ritual ceremony reached its climax, Long Yuanhai raised his voice to the sky, releasing bluish flames from his hands, aiming them at the precious offerings and igniting them.
A barely perceptible unease flickered in his eyes but quickly returned to its original expression, as he continued to chant loudly.
Suddenly, the fire blazed on the offering platform of the altar.
The bluish flames surged upwards, almost forming a towering pillar of fire reaching skyward.
All the tribesmen of the Divine Dragon Tribe became stupefied.
The previously bustling and lively ritual site instantly fell silent.
Everyone opened their mouths widely, dumbfoundedly watching the unbelievable scene before them.
Even Long Yuanhai, who had served as High Priest for many years, was somewhat dazed.
He did not know what had transpired here.
Even when the Dragon Pearl still had power in the past, such a miraculous scene had never appeared.
Could it be… our sincerity indeed moved the Dragon Ancestor, who descended with divine power?
But this…
How could it be possible?
The serene moonlight solidified, transforming into liquid that sprinkled down, causing the entire pillar of blue flames to collapse instantly, spilling like mercury over the altar, flowing into those mystical patterns.
In an instant, the inscriptions and lines, which no one could understand, were illuminated, and the whole altar seemed to come alive, emitting a captivating silver-white radiance.
The flame surged upward like waves, converging into the Dragon Pearl at the altar’s apex.
The gray stone sphere immediately shed all its dust, radiating dazzling brilliance.
“Buzz!”
The space above the altar vibrated violently.
Long Yuanhai was horrified, shedding all concerns for the ritual and ceremony, and in his retreat, he unleashed his power to shield the tribespeople amidst the intense spatial wave.
“Elders, warriors step forward, others retreat! Retreat!”
The second quickest to react was Clan Leader Long Wensheng.
He launched himself into the sky with a tip of his toes, standing side by side with his father.
A formidable aura emanated from his Body, revealing dragon-like scales, and his arms transformed into sturdy, sharp dragon claws.
Even in this doomsday environment where everyone is a soldier, the elders and children among the tribe are not powerless, just not as strong as dedicated warrior professionals.
With the Clan Leader’s command, the tribespeople of the Divine Dragon Tribe, though confused by this order, maintained discipline, quickly adjusting their formation, standing ready around the altar.
The altar continued to emit silver radiant light.
Some of the older elders started murmuring, believing that this isn’t a good omen.
In their youth, they had witnessed the Dragon Pearl’s might, which was unlike its current manifestation.
At a certain moment, a silver mirror suddenly appeared above the towering altar.
Raging seawater burst forth from it, pouring downward as if the heavens were overturned.
Together with the raging seawater, Lu Wenwu and four others were expelled.
Or more accurately…
It was one cat, one bird, two dogs, and three people.
The group was washed up along the cold seawater babbling incoherently.
Fortunately, the space above the altar was wide enough, preventing them from bungee jumping straight into the water upon their arrival.
The four animal companions frantically shook off the water in synchronized motions.
“Ugh… phew phew…”
Dizzied by this unique Spatial Teleportation, Lu Wenwu supported himself up in a daze, spitting out the bitter and salty seawater from his mouth, impulsively punching his own head.
With the explosion damage from the Demon King’s Fury, he shuddered suddenly and finally regained his senses.
Damn it, next time I absolutely mustn’t initiate teleportation underwater.
The process felt like being tossed into a washing machine drum, spun crazily for minutes, then flushed down the sewer—truly uncomfortable.
