Wei Zi stroked the relief with only shallow traces left and asked Ah Qin: "What kind of bird is this?"
Ah Qin replied to her: "Our tribe worships the sun, which is the Golden Crow."
Wei Zi smiled and said nothing.
There are more and more birds in the sky, not only crows, but also other birds, hovering over the altar.
Ah Qin also felt strange: "Some birds usually fly here, but never so many."
Su Nian couldn't help but look at Wei Zi.
Wei Zi also looked up at the birds.
A strange memory flooded into my mind. It was a piece of music with a very ancient melody.
She closed her eyes and memorized it bit by bit.
It was the one played by the high priest in Tsing Yi among the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms. The sound at that time was very shallow, but unlike now, the tune was so clear that every note could be distinguished.
Wei Zi opened her eyes, subconsciously took out the bone flute and started playing according to the tune.
The birds in the sky were dark, blocking the bright sunlight.
There was also a commotion on the ground, and animals of all sizes came from the mountains. Whether they were natural enemies or not, they all crawled around the altar obediently.
The four pillars shook slightly, and then layers of stone powder peeled off, flying in all directions with the wind.
Su Nian's eyes widened.
She saw that the place that had been burnt black suddenly grew green grass due to the stone powder falling to the ground, and bloomed red, yellow, white... flowers of various colors.
There was even spring water emerging from the ground not far away!
She rubbed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the scene was still the same:
Countless birds and beasts, as well as vibrant mountains and forests.
The grass between the altar stones is lush and green, and flowers are blooming one after another.
And Ah Qin was kneeling on the ground, making ancient gestures.
After the song ended, Wei Zi slowly put down the bone flute.
Ah Qin once said that the goddess’ temple contained the remaining divine power of the goddess.
Similarly, this altar also has the residual witchcraft power of the Qingyi High Priest - the mysterious power that creates all things.
And this song is a mantra to awaken this power.
Wei Zi no longer doubted: If the scepter is found, the altar on Coffin Mountain may really have huge power of rebirth.
A bird landed on Wei Zi's arm and chirped several times.
Wei Zi whispered in bird language: "Let's go."
"Squeak." The bird flew into the sky and circled around the altar for several weeks.
Gradually, the black birds dispersed in all directions, and the beasts on the ground also called to Wei Zi several times before returning to the forest.
Ah Qin looked at Wei Zi blankly.
Wei Zi sighed: "I know what you want to ask, but I still have the same answer. I am not sure until I find the scepter and the method of rebirth."
After a slight pause, she continued: "What I can confirm now is that the bird carved on the pillar is not Wujin, but Jingwei, the incarnation of a female child. The one you have always worshiped is also a divine female child."
Ah Qin was silent for a long time before she stood up and said to Wei Zi, "Follow me."
