Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 215
Chapter 215: Chapter 60: Husband and Wife Gaze Across the River at a Distance
Translator: 549690339
Zhao Huai, following the will of the people, held the coronation ceremony.
Now he came to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors.
The ancestral hall is located at the deepest part of the Yan Tang Manor, which is not only the gathering place of the old Yan country, but also the spiritual tokens of the Yan royal family across generations.
When the Yan country was left with only its ministers, the only things they could take away were the spiritual tokens. Money and treasures were all plundered, and only the spiritual tokens of the royal ancestral hall were left untouched.
Thus, they set up the spiritual tokens in the Yan Hall, burning incense and offering worship to them.
Always remembering the past glory of Yan Country.
The area of the royal ancestral hall was not small, but it was still crowded.
Zhao Huai also came to this place for the first time. If not for the necessary ancestor worship before his enthronement, he would not have visited it.
Did he have any attachment to the so-called Yan ancestors?
Not really, only a sense of destiny.
But without ancestor worship, how could he emphasize the legitimacy of “upholding the will of the ancestors and winning the hearts of the common people”?
Zhao Huai listened to Song Heqing’s words.
In Yan’s traditions, the emphasis is not on the traditional thoughts of the Middle Ancient Immortal Dynasty, where people gained the Heavenly Mandate and ruled over the people.
Instead, they valued the new concept of the people being the most important, the nation second, and the ruler being the least important.
Since Ancestor Yan Zu ascended, he broke the Heavenly Mandate, and he was a once-in-a-thousand -year extraordinary figure. Isn’t the Heavenly Mandate just a decoration to him?
In his eyes, Ancestor Yan Zu was indeed a remarkable person.
According to the rituals, when entering the royal ancestral hall, one should bow with both hands clasped for every step taken to show respect to the ancestors.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhao Huai walked step by step into the ancestral hall, bowing for each step taken.
After the time it took for a joss stick to burn, he finally saw the Emperor’s spiritual tokens.
Regardless of anything else, he was still the Crown Prince of Yan, with the bloodline of Yan Zu flowing in his veins. When meeting his ancestors, it was only right for him to worship them. Zhao Huai knelt on the cushion and respectfully bowed, saying, “The 164th generation of Zhao’s descendants, Zhao Huai, came to worship our ancestors.”
A small bow required only a slight stoop, while a big bow required prostrating oneself to the ground.
Zhao Huai made a big bow.
Just at the moment when he finished bowing and was getting up.
Zhao Huai felt a mysterious force emerging from the spirit tokens and entering his body as if a divine insight was probing him.
He knew that this should be the residual thoughts of his ancestors centuries ago.
The earliest group of people who followed Ancestor Yan Zu had cultivation levels that were unfathomable, all of them were ancestors above the Metamorphosis Stage.
Their wills were immortal and could often be preserved for thousands of years.
Subsequently, the powerful cultivators in both the mortal world and the Immortal Cultivation World of Yan Country became increasingly scarce.
The spiritual tokens in this ancestral hall were made of special materials that could store the thoughts of the ancestors.
Under the baptism of the ancestors’ wills, the scene in Zhao Huai’s eyes changed.
A golden sacred mountain seemed to appear in his mind, towering and majestic, with a bottomless glow.
A series of illusory golden shadows floated up, each representing a powerful cultivator in the Yan lineage. Looking around, there were more than a dozen of them.
The national fortune of the Heavenly Dragon Country roared in his mind as if greeting the ancestors.
But to be honest, this number was not large.
Yan Country had been established for hundreds of years, and the number of royal family members was enormous. This indicated that there had been few powerful cultivators in the Yan royal family in later times.
Staring at the sacred ancestral vision in his mind, Zhao Huai was filled with emotions.
You should know that every ancestor’s cultivation level was above the Rebirth Realm, and they would definitely cause quite a stir in the Immortal Cultivation World.
Perhaps not even the great Immortal Cultivation Sects possessed such a profound heritage.
This meant that during the years when Ancestor Yan Zu ruled,
The human race had a very glorious golden age.
Zhao Huai couldn’t help but wonder.
What on earth happened 800 years ago, and why did the immortal path perish?
Ancestor Yan Zu ended the chaos, and after he ascended, his lifespan should have been close to immortality. So was he still alive?
If he were alive, shouldn’t he come home and have a look?
Yan Country was destroyed, and he never appeared, could it be that he had perished?
As for the specific answer, Zhao Huai felt that thinking about it now was still too far away.
Perhaps, when his own strength improved, it would naturally surface.
Suddenly,
His black ring sparkled with golden light, apparently sensing something from the White Jade Imperial Dragon Seal.
He took out the White Jade Imperial Dragon Seal.
With a surge of brilliance, the imperial dragon seal instantly transformed into a treasured mirror.
In the ancestral hall, strands of golden sacred light emitted dazzling rays, and then all of them were absorbed by the treasured mirror.
Golden sacred light flowed through Zhao Huai’s body and poured into the ancestral weapon, the treasured mirror.
Three golden characters emerged on the mirror and quickly disappeared.
“Reincarnation Treasured Mirror.”
Zhao Huai took a glance and memorized it, murmuring to himself.
Golden light gathered in the treasured mirror, and then overflowed.
Transforming into a pillar of light, it roared and shot straight into the sky.
Zhao Huai’s Qi Sea operated on its own, stirring up the magic power in his whole body, and a golden phantom slowly rose. The appearance of the phantom was identical to Zhao Huai’s.
This caused quite a stir, catching the attention of the people outside the ancestral hall.
“Have the ancestors of Yan Country revealed their divine presence?!” “What a divine aura, is this the power of Yan Country’s ancestors?”
“The Royal Crown Prince really is the one chosen by the Heavenly Mandate of Yan Country!”
Both the soldiers of Yan Country and the common people of the south looked in the direction of the golden light pillar.
As if activated, the national fortune of the White Qilin Immortal Dragon of Yan Country once again emerged, appearing like a neatly arranged star map, with the shining points activated in the blink of an eye.
This golden qi waved, spreading out from Yan Hall, all the way to Nanyu Prefecture, and even across the entire south..
