"But this is not new. It happened in Chang'an a few years ago, and it was even more thorough."

Feng Yan looked sideways, "Oh...what do you say it?"

Wei Xingzhen continued, "In the 18th year of Tianfu, Chen Qianling, a merchant from Wuwei Pavilion, ordered the emperor to build a pagoda in the suburbs of Chang'an. When building the foundation, he discovered some unusual scenes underground and immediately reported it to the palace.

"This incident almost immediately alarmed the Ping Yao Office and Si Tiantai. At that time, it was Du Tianshi who was in charge of the matter.

"After preliminary exploration, Du Tianshi quickly discovered that the entire ground of Chang'an City had been eaten out of countless gullies, but the people in the city were completely unaware of it.

"The ravines are mixed underground and run through every prosperous place in Chang'an City, but no one knows what these ravines are for.

"I had been working as a school manager in Wenyuan Pavilion for two years. I accidentally saw Lord Shen's report. During that time, I was reading the records related to Ye Ling in ancient books, so I took the initiative to ask Your Majesty to find and review the relevant files."

Feng Yan listened and lowered her eyes slightly.

Is it "accident" and "just" again?

Feng Yan had already guessed the following, and she whispered, "...so the ravines under Chang'an City are just like those found in Chunhefang not long ago. Are they prepared to attract wild spirits?"

"Yes." Wei Xingzhen said softly, "After realizing that the ravines might be used to attract spirits, I immediately entered the palace and planned to report to the holy what I saw in ancient books."

Sun Youwei on the imperial throne suddenly laughed, "If it weren't for this, you and A Yan probably wouldn't have been connected."

Feng Yan was stunned. Could it be that she met in Taichu Palace that day...

"Yes." Wei Xingzhen bowed slightly to Sun You, "Maybe there is God's will in the dark."

"God's will..." Feng Yan repeated the word.

Her eyes were half open, looking at the hem of the clothes spread in front of her, and whispered, "What did Lord Wei see in ancient books?"

"I saw a living sacrifice method that worships the wild spirit as the Supreme God."

Feng Yan's eyes were slightly stern, "Living sacrifice..."

"Yes, although wild spirits rarely appear in crowded places on weekdays, if some methods are used to gather wild spirits far away from the surface into a 'spirit river', the situation will be different immediately.

"As soon as the Ling River is formed, it will never dry up. The new Ling River will plunder everything - whether it is human, bird, beast, or flowers, all living things in this world will be assimilated and destroyed into part of the Ling River when they touch the river.

"Chang'an is the residence of Your Majesty, and the people have 800,000 people. This is a big deal. But I couldn't understand why anyone should do such a thing."

Feng Yan listened on the side. These things were so horrifying that she couldn't accept them for the moment.

She frowned, "What made Lord Wei unable to understand is...?"

Wei Xingzhen looked at Feng Yan, "Because the live sacrifice initiated to the Ye Ling will not only not benefit the priests, but the priests themselves often cannot escape the fate of being sacrificed.

"The only purpose of this sacrifice is to make the wild spirits more cruel and prosperous."

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment.

"I don't understand..." She blinked, "If Linghe is such a dangerous and never disappearing thing, why have I never heard of any disaster caused by it before?"

Du Huanfeng suddenly spoke at this time, "Because since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, no new Linghe has appeared in the past four hundred years."

"What about the past?"

Du Huanfeng said, "After flooding for a period of time, every new spiritual river will sink again and return to the ground, and will never come back again. But this does not mean that it no longer exists. It is the spiritual river underground that evaporates and scatters, which has the wild spirits floating like fireflies in the mountains."

Feng Yan's breathing faster, and she focused and thought carefully.

"... Since this kind of live sacrifice will not benefit the priests, why do you need to do such a sacrifice?"

"This is something that has only started to rise in the past twenty years," Du Qiangfeng whispered, "There is a group of people who believe that the reason for the world's sins is that the new Linghe has not been born again for a long time. Therefore, they are willing to sacrifice their lives to be the "dust sweepers" in this world."

“…Dust Sweeper?”
Chapter completed!