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The night is as dark as ink, with scattered starlight. In the residence of the High Priest, Zhang Jin and Yun Yan sit quietly. The totems once painted on their faces have been gently washed away, replaced by the makeup of a bride.
Zhang Jin stands up and gently caresses her bridal gown, woven delicately by skilled craftsmen.
This garment is based on the purest white, with golden thread embroidered on top, each strand shimmering with a faint glow, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
Her hair is styled into an elegant bun, secured with pearl hairpins, each pearl carefully selected as if from the depths of the sea.
Yun Yan She also put on a white dress, which was embroidered with delicate patterns, and every detail revealed good wishes for the future.
Her long hair was intricately braided, with delicate white ribbons woven in, complementing her outfit.
On this special night, they felt nervous. They knew that their attire was not just for tonight's sacrifice ritual, but also for preparing for the unknown sacrifice that was about to come.
High Priest She walked over gently, her eyes filled with love and encouragement.
She draped a shawl symbolizing blessings over the two, which was intricately embroidered with symbols, each knot carrying wishes of protection and blessings for them.
"The time has come, are you ready?" High Priest asked softly.
Zhang Jin and Yun Yan exchanged a glance, with a determined gleam in their eyes, and nodded.
"We are ready," they answered in unison.
High Priest smiled and then led them out of the house, stepping into the night.
The outside world is quiet, with only the distant sound of insects and the rustling of leaves in the wind.
At the edge of a barbaric tribe, a ancient and dark Styx quietly flows, its waters deep and bottomless, emitting an eerie blue light.
This is the final resting place for all souls, as well as the starting point for Zhang Jin and Yun Yan as sacrificial sacrifice brides.
The night is as dark as ink, the stars are hidden, and only the torches by the river emit flickering light.
Zhang Jin stands by the Styx, the glimmer of the river reflecting in her eyes, her expression a mix of determination and unease.
Yun Yan Standing quietly by her side, she tightly held Zhang Jin's hand, and both of their palms were damp.
Han Che Standing not far away, his eyes were filled with struggle and pain, but he knew that this was the tribe's decision, and he couldn't change it.
His gaze fell on Zhang Jin, the figure that had appeared countless times in his dreams, but now had to embark on this irreversible path.
"Zhang Jin, you don't have to do this," said the voice of Yun Yan, her eyes firm and profound, as if she could see through people's hearts.
Zhang Jin smiled faintly, with a hint of sadness in her smile, " Yun Yan, it was you who saved me by the river, now, let me protect you."
Yun Yan wanted to argue, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She knew that Zhang Jin's decision would not change, just like herself.
Han Che walked over, his steps heavy, each one seeming to weigh on his heart. "I will find a way, I definitely will," his voice was low, with an unquestionable determination.
Zhang Jin turned around, looking at Han Che, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes. "I believe in you."
The conversation between the three is not much, but every sentence is as heavy as a thousand catties. Their hearts are closely connected, even though the road ahead is vast, they must advance hand in hand.
The preparation for the ceremony has begun. The tribal priests, dressed in magnificent ceremonial robes and holding sacred ritual objects, began the deep and mysterious incantations.
Their voices echoed in the night sky, intertwining with the ripples of the Styx, creating captivating scenes.
Under the night sky, a medium-sized flat boat is quietly moored by the riverbank, with soft silk and fresh flowers arranged on board in preparation for the upcoming ceremony.
The river water gently laps against the boat, creating a melodious sound as if singing to welcome the arrival of the bride.
Zhang Jin and Yun Yan, under the guidance of High Priest, arrived at the riverside. In their eyes, there was a hint of inexplicable anticipation, as well as reluctance.
According to tradition, the bride will be sent down this river, drifting with the water towards a distant place, to embrace their destiny.
"This is an ancient tradition," the High Priest murmured, "the God of the Underworld does not appear in person, but his power is everywhere.
This river will lead you into a new world, a place only accessible to the chosen bride."
They boarded the boat, and the gentle rocking of the boat seemed to welcome them. The High Priest tied a long ribbon to the bow of the boat and the other end to an ancient willow tree on the shore.
This ribbon symbolizes that from this moment on, they will bid farewell to their past lives and begin a new journey.
Zhang Jin and Yun Yan were guided onto a small boat decorated with exotic flowers and plants. The boat was covered with soft animal skins, as if offering a final comfort to those about to embark on a journey. Slowly, under the guidance of the priest, the boat drifted towards the center of the river.
"Remember, do not look back," the priest's voice was solemn and mysterious, as if it carried an irresistible force.
Zhang Jin and Yun Yan exchanged a glance, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes. They knew this was an irreversible journey, and they were prepared to face everything.
With a gentle command, several maids pushed the boat, causing it to slowly move along the river.
As the small boat drifted, the surrounding scenery began to blur, and a thin mist rose on the surface of the Styx, shrouding the views on both banks.
In the mist, occasional blurry figures could be seen. They were the souls that had departed from the earthly realm, wandering on this river, searching for their final destination.
The crowd on the riverbank began to sing softly, their voices drifting in the wind, offering their final blessings to the bride.
Yun Yan A strange emotion rose in her heart, and she didn't know if it was fear or anticipation. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the talisman on her neck, which was her only protection.
Zhang Jin sensed Yun Yan's tension, she held her hand, and the two of them looked at each other, their figures elongated in the moonlight.
The ship gradually moved away from the shore, the ribbon was pulled tightly until it gently broke and drifted with the wind, symbolizing the final farewell.
Suddenly, the mist on the water's surface began to churn, and a powerful force gathered in the middle of the river. Zhang Jin and Yun Yan felt an invisible oppression coming from the ancient presence deep within the river.
"Here it comes," Yun Yan said in a faint voice, yet full of strength.
Zhang Jin nodded, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She knew that at this moment, their fate no longer belonged solely to themselves.
The small boat continued to glide forward, the sound of the Styx seemed to mock their powerlessness, but Zhang Jin and Yun Yan remained unusually calm. Their gaze pierced through the mist, looking towards the unknown ahead.
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