Jon Stareye lights a bunch of hay that emits a spicy and sweet scent. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he waved the bundle of grass in his hand, letting the smoke envelop Kane Bloodhoof, as a sign of purification of him.

He then took out a small leather pouch with a stopper, which contained the blood that Kane Bloodhoof's father had given for the ceremony. He smeared the blood on Kane Bloodhoof's body, put his wizened hand on his flat, lowered brow, whispered a blessing, and nodded.

"You also know that almost all those who are called to the ancestors are future leaders." He said solemnly.

Kane Bloodhoof's brown eyes widened and nodded. "I don't know what's going to happen later. Maybe nothing will happen. But if something does happen, you should be mindful of your demeanor and show due respect to our loved ones. ”

Kane Bloodhoof swallowed and nodded. He took a deep breath and straightened up.

At this moment, Jon Stareye saw the shadow of the future patriarch from Kane Bloodhoof's unfully grown form.

Nodding to the guard at the door, Jon Stareye and Kane Bloodhoof entered the cavern together, with Jon Stareye walking ahead and lighting the torches that lined the walls. The orange-yellow glow of the fire reflected the spiraling descending road, which had been smoothed by the trotters of the minotaurs that had been trodden over the years.

Several steps appear on the road from time to time to make the pilgrim's footsteps more stable. It's always cool and pleasant, and it's much more comfortable than the outdoors in the summer.

Jon Stareye's hand ran over the wall, remembering how he had first been here years ago, remembering how he had entered the tunnel with his father's blood on his face, his eyes wide open in surprise and anticipation, and his heart beating wildly.

Finally, the road no longer descends. Further on, there were no more torches on the walls. Kane Bloodhoof looked at the Prophet in confusion.

"We don't have to bring fire to our ancestors." Jon Stareye explains.

They walked on the smooth path ahead of them and marched into the darkness. Kane Bloodhoof wasn't afraid, but as they stepped out of the warmth of the flames, there was a hint of confusion on his face.

They had walked into the darkness where they could not see their fingers. Jon Stareye takes Kane Bloodhoof's hand and leads him forward. His stubby, strong fingers gently grasped the Prophet's hand.

"Even in this case, he didn't hold my hand tightly, lest it hurt me." Jon Stareye thought. The next patriarch of the Bloodhoof tribe has a thoughtful heart.

They walked in silence. Then...... Like the dawn after a long night, a faint light quietly enveloped the two of them. Jon Star's Eye could faintly see the silhouette of the young man next to him, he was not much younger than him, but he already had the majestic body of an adult.

They continue to move forward, and with each step, the light is stronger. Jon Star looks at Kane Bloodhoof. He was all too familiar with the strange sights in the caves where the souls of the ancestors dwelt; Now, he'd rather see Kane Bloodhoof's reaction.

Kane Bloodhoof's eyes widened, he looked around, and took a sharp breath. The light emanated from a pool of water in the cavern, as if covering everything with a soft silver veil. Everything in the cavern was smooth and soft, shimmering with a faint shimmer, without any abrupt bulges, without a rough surface.

Jon Stareye felt the familiar, pure peace flow through his body, as usual.

He quietly let Kane Bloodhoof have enough. The cavern is huge, as tall and majestic as the Temple of Ancestors on the East Sea Island, with countless tunnels leading to places that Jon Stareye never dared to set foot in. It should be so big, otherwise how can it contain the soul of every Minotaur who has ever lived in the world?

Jon Stareye walked towards the edge of the pool, Kane Bloodhoof following him, watching his every move. Jon Stareye pulls out the hydration bag he was carrying, and motions for Kane Bloodhoof to do the same. Jon Stareye carefully took out several water bags, opened them one by one, muttered a prayer, and poured the water into the glittering pool.

"When we set off, you asked why you brought these hydration bags." He whispered to Kane Bloodhoof. "Because the water of this place does not belong here. For a long time, we have been offering holy water to the souls of our ancestors. Every time we come here, we have to contribute to the Holy Pool. But the water in the sacred pool never evaporates like the water in a normal cave, and I can't say why. That's the power of the Mountain of Souls. ”

After emptying the water bag, he sat down on the edge of the pool and peered into the deep water. Kane Bloodhoof learns his movements. Jon Star's eyes look at the reflection in the water, making sure they're both in the right place. At first, Jon Stareye could only see his own and Kane Bloodhoof's faces, their features reflected in the glowing pool water, looking like ghosts.

Then, they were joined by another figure. Grandfather Pulgas appeared next to the two of them out of thin air, his reflection in the water as clear as the two of them. Jon Star's eyes met with Purgas's reflection, smiling knowingly.

Jon Stareye looked up at Pulgas.

Kane Bloodhoof was still staring at the pool, as if trying to find an answer from inside. Jon Stareye's heart sank slightly, but immediately rebuked himself secretly. If Kane Bloodhoof can't complete this traditional coming-of-age ceremony that has been lost for thousands of years, some things can't be changed, but even if he doesn't complete the ancient rites, he will definitely have a bright future as a leader who was born to be a leader.

"I don't know how many generations of great-grandchildren," Pulgas said. His tone had never been so gentle. "At my request, you brought him here."

The old man's ethereal soul leaned on an equally ethereal cane, slowly walking around Kane Bloodhoof. The young Minotaur still had his eyes fixed on the pool, and Jon Stareye watched them intently, one of the deceased ancestors of the Bloodhoof Tribe, and the other a young man who would succeed as the patriarch......

Kane Bloodhoof shuddered, and looked around, apparently wondering why the air had suddenly turned cold. Jon Stareye smiled silently. Although he could not see the spirits of his ancestors, he could feel the presence of Pulgas.

"You can't see him," Jon Stareye said with a little sadness.

Kane Bloodhoof looked up suddenly, his nose fluttering. He sprang to his feet, his horns looking a little blue in the glow of the cavern, and his skin tinged with a layer of blue.

"Yes, Prophet, I ...... I can't see him. Ancestral Soul ...... He's right here? ”

"That's right, he's right next to you." Jon Stareye said.

He turned his head to look at Pulgas's soul, "As you asked, I brought him here. What do you see in him? ”