Acai's Sky

Chapter 939 Under the Dome, Summoned Again

Ah Cai returned to her room, which was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood. The originally lively atmosphere suddenly became silent.

She looked left and right, her eyes swept across every corner, but she didn't see the figures of her own little ones. She couldn't help but shrugged slightly, and with a hint of doubt, she slowly walked to the study.

Various ancient books and classics are neatly arranged on the bookshelf in the study. The sunlight shines through the window lattice onto the desk, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

Acai placed the cloth bag on the table and carefully checked the various supplies in the system backpack.

Various rare herbs, gleaming spirit stones, jade slips engraved with mysterious runes, several ancient animal skin scrolls, incense, fruits, wine, and three-life offerings were spread out before her one by one.

After confirming that all the supplies were complete, she took a deep breath, formed a strange seal with her hands in front of her chest, muttered something, and a light blue halo gradually appeared on her body.

As the skill [Lanling Singer·Summoner (Hidden Unique)] was unleashed, Ah Cai's silhouette gradually blurred in the halo. The next moment, the space seemed to be torn apart, and she instantly changed her silhouette and came to the mysterious and solemn hero's tomb.

The moment you step into the hero's tomb, a heavy historical atmosphere hits you.

The dome here soars into the clouds, composed of countless bright star-like light points, as if it includes the entire vast night sky.

The ground is paved with ancient bluestone slabs, each of which is engraved with traces of time and ancient scenes of the Chinese ancestors' battles, farming, and creation.

A Cai walked forward slowly. In the center of the hero's tomb stood a huge altar.

The altar is octagonal, with different totems carved on each side, including a soaring Yinglong, a Qilin breathing out clouds and mist, and majestic ancient warriors holding weapons.

On the altar were placed the worship props she had carefully prepared: an ancient bronze tripod with special incense and candles burning in it, with green smoke curling up and interweaving into mysterious patterns in the air; six white jade plates were filled with grains, fresh fruits, and fine wine. These offerings were brightly colored and exuded an alluring aroma; there were also long scrolls of silk filled with prayers, neatly placed on one side of the altar.

Ah Cai straightened her clothes, her expression solemn and dignified. She slowly walked to the altar, knelt on both knees, clasped her hands together, and bowed deeply. "Ah Cai, a descendant of the Chinese nation, comes today with deep reverence and gratitude to pay homage to our ancestors. It is you who, with your wisdom and courage, created the glory of Chinese civilization; it is you who, with your blood and lives, protected this vast land..."

Her voice was clear and firm, echoing in the heroes' tomb.

The worship ceremony officially begins.

A Cai first picked up the bronze wine pot beside her and slowly poured the wine into three jade cups. Her movements were gentle and pious, as if she was performing the most sacred ritual.

Then, she lifted the jade cup with both hands, raised it above her head, and chanted, "Ancestors, please drink this cup of fine wine. May it wash away your fatigue and comfort your heroic spirit."

After saying this, he poured the wine on the altar.

Then she took up a long silk scroll, unrolled it, and recited a prayer in a clear voice.

The prayer not only praises the achievements of the Chinese ancestors, but also contains beautiful wishes for the future: "May our ancestors bless the Chinese land with good weather and abundant harvests; may our descendants unite as one, carry on the flame of civilization, and create greater glory..."

After finishing the recitation, Ah Cai picked up a bunch of carefully selected herbs and placed them in the bronze tripod.

The vanilla burned quickly in the flames, emitting a rich and unique aroma. The smoke seemed to bring her prayers to the ancestors.

She bowed her head deeply again, closed her eyes and concentrated, silently talking to her ancestors in her heart, pouring out her heart and praying for their guidance and protection.

During the entire worship process, the atmosphere in the hero's tomb was solemn and dignified. Ah Cai was fully focused, immersed in the remembrance and admiration for his ancestors.

Countless souls scrambled around Acai.

Ah Cai scratched her chin and carefully examined the transparent blue panel that appeared in front of her, which indicated the names of the heroic spirits she could summon.

"Hey, haha, there's a 'Qi Jiguang'. Wow, we finally found the Qi Family Army this time."

"Why isn't that 'Champion Marquis Huo Qubing' here?"

"What about those counselors from the Three Kingdoms period? Where are Jia Xu and Guo Jia?"

"The twenty-four ministers of the Lingyan Pavilion are Changsun Wuji, Li Xiaogong, Du Ruhui, Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, Gao Shilian, Yuchi Jingde, Li Jing, Xiao Yu, Duan Zhixuan, Liu Hongji, Qu Tutong, Yin Kaishan, Chai Shao, Changsun Shunde, Zhang Liang, Hou Junji, Zhang Gongjin, Cheng Zhijie, Yu Shinan, Liu Zhenghui, Tang Jian, Li Ji, and Qin Qiong. Any one of them!"

Ah Cai muttered to herself as she checked the names of the souls around her on the transparent blue panel.

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Above the Dome

"Tsk tsk, you're not satisfied, you're so picky!" An old man was leaning on a crutch, inhaling the rich fragrance.

The middle-aged man in a python robe beside him glared at the crazy old man while smoking fireworks. "If I could get out, why would you keep muttering about whether it's here or there?"

"General Qi, look at that young lady, she's so happy just staring at your name!" A ghost wearing a Ming Dynasty iron helmet squeezed in beside Qi Jiguang, the armor plates colliding with each other, making a clear sound. "Could it be that she's thinking about the glory of our Mandarin Duck Formation when we defeated the Japanese pirates?"

Before Qi Jiguang could reply, a ghost in a green robe and long beard floated over from the side, tapping the jade pendant at his waist with a feather fan. "My friend, you have a sharp eye. When I was observing the battle at Chibi, the Jiangdong men's fleet formation might not have been so well-organized—"

He was interrupted before he could finish his words. The dark-faced man holding the snake spear laughed gruffly, "Zhuge Liang, what are you so jealous of! The Shu soldiers you led were exhausted after crossing mountains and ridges. How could they compare to my elder brother's Bai Li soldiers who could set fire to Yi Ling?"

"Where has that brat Huo Qubing gone off to now?" One soul smacked its lips as it stared at the blank name on the panel, the tassels of the ring-handled sword at its waist moving without a breeze. "Back when we were chasing the Chanyu in Mobei, his spirit must still be napping on horseback!"

Before he finished speaking, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from the distance: "Generals, please don't worry. Huo Piaoyao's spirit has already followed the cavalry of the cavalry battalion to find the 'Sealing the Wolf at Lair' monument. How could he be willing to wait here?"

The one who spoke was the ghost of a little female soldier with two buns on her head, and the cowhide bag around her waist was still stained with the yellow sand of the northern desert.

"Old brothers of Lingyan Pavilion, which row is our Du Ruhui's name on?" The spirit with five long wisps of beard pointed at the list on the panel. Fang Xuanling beside him gently pushed his shoulder: "Brother Ruhui, have you forgotten? We two have always been known as each other, so it's natural that he should be next to that straight-talking Wei Zheng--"

Before he could finish his words, Yuchi Jingde's spirit came over clutching an iron whip, "When it comes to appearances, it has to be our Second Brother Qin. When he was guarding the gate for Emperor Taizong, even ghosts avoided him. Now, I'm afraid he's been tempted by the young lady's spiritual energy and wants to show off his mace skills!"

"Where is old Jia Xu hiding now?" someone suddenly shouted, bringing with them a chilling chill. "The vicious scheme he set up in Wancheng back then really screwed over my Master Fengxiao!"

The one who spoke was Guo Jia's ghost, floating over, shaking a wine gourd, his eyes slightly red as if he was drunk. "Forget it, if he is willing to come, we can see whose plan can turn this world upside down the most——"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the words "Jia Xu" on the panel suddenly glow, but then suddenly dimmed, as if the soul was laughing secretly across the yin and yang.