Chapter 1: The Failed Transcendence
Every crosser without a golden finger is a glass heart.
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"It failed!"
As he watched the faint green glow in front of him gradually fade away, an old man with a face full of wrinkles said in a tone that was almost desperate.
"What? How is that possible! Didn't they say the ninth time was bound to succeed?" The old man's back was surrounded by over a dozen people, who exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with terror.
"What can be done? According to the family's secret history, if the ninth sacrifice is unsuccessful, it means that our guardian deity has abandoned us! Are we really going to be exterminated this time?"
The old man let out a soft sigh, his eyes narrowing into a thin slit as he stared straight at the human-shaped "corpse" lying on the altar in front of him, his heart nearly collapsing.
"Your Excellency, is it possible that there are inaccuracies in the secret records, leading to mistakes in the sacrificial rituals?"
The old man silently shook his head. He actually hoped he was wrong, but for such an important ninth sacrifice that concerned the life and death of the family, how could he have made a mistake?
"Hey, look quickly, he's not dead yet." someone suddenly shouted out loud.
Everyone's gaze suddenly focused back, and they saw that the corpse in front of them was indeed slowly coming to life. The scene looked very eerie for a while!
"We did it! The Guardian God has descended!" A middle-aged man with silver hair and white robes suddenly shouted loudly, his tone was like that of a poor person who had just obtained a box of gold.
"He's definitely not a guardian deity!" Another man with white hair stepped forward, saying in a tone that was not quite friendly.
"Hmph, this is the perfect offering that the High Priest has been expecting for three years? And it's still alive after the ritual?! What a freak!" On the right side of the white-haired man stood another person who looked to be at least one generation younger than him, his voice was like a duck's quack as he shouted.
The old man stared at the figure stumbling and staggering to get up from the altar, a youth with a head of greenish-black long hair, asking in a trembling voice, "Hu Gao! Are you Hu Gao?"
The boy who had finally managed to stand up, motionless like a zombie, suddenly showed a hint of reaction upon hearing this, and his originally drooping head slowly lifted up.
It was a face with perfect curves, stunning like a fox spirit reborn, with a sharp little nose and a thin lip like a cicada's wing, slightly curved like a new moon, and then bloomed into a subtle, heart-warming smile.
With that warm and gentle smile, the young man finally opened his eyes. They were a pair of bright blue eyes, shining like the sun in the dark night, as if all the light in the world came from those eyes.
"That's right, I'm Hu Gao!"
Everyone was in an uproar, and they didn't even notice the difference between the two Hu Gao. In their hearts, they had already confirmed that this young man was still the "sacrificial offering" who failed in their mouths.
The young man looked at the old man in front of him with a calm gaze, only to see that he was wearing a black long gown with golden edges, his eyes were clear and distinct, his skin was loose and wrinkled, and his mouth was twisted like some kind of disgusting creature, making people feel disgusted. He really looked like a guy who would drop dead at any moment.
Behind the old man stood a group of people in disarray, and as his gaze swept over them, the young man was shocked to find himself on a high platform. Below him, a sea of people knelt densely, their voices whispering incantations, their hair a kaleidoscope of colors that blended together like a massive oil painting, leaving one breathless.
The high and low chanting voices converged together, like a stirring battle song, shocking the ears, just like the strong rhythmic advance drumming on the ancient battlefield, causing the already unstable youth to almost fall in front of the bronze giant tripod.
"Hu Gao, are you alright? Do you feel anything unusual?" The old man seemed to have calmed down from the sudden shock earlier, and he asked with concern, hoping to get some information from the thin and weak young boy in front of him.
"My head is killing me, it feels like something's drilling into my brain! Ahh!" The young man clutched his head with both hands, his face twisted in a grotesque expression as if he had received an enormous shock, and let out a massive roar like a fierce tiger.
As his cry rose, the people who were originally chanting on their knees below suddenly stopped. They thought that they had finally waited for the guardian god to descend, and in their ears, the boy's cry was a roar representing the revival of the family!
They too began to shout loudly and irregularly. The shouting grew louder and louder, until the entire venue was engulfed in hoarse screams.
At this moment, in the depths of this young man's heart, a soul from Huaxia Country on Earth has awakened.
What the heck!
Even Hu Gao, who was known as a cultured man in his previous school life, couldn't help but blurt out a curse word. He was completely stunned by the scene before him. As a high-ranking intellectual of the Hua Xia country, he wouldn't be foolish enough to think that he was filming a movie or something like that.
The aura is not something that can be portrayed by those hundred-yuan-per-day crowd actors, just with these devout followers' sincere gazes.
"This is quite an unconventional opening for a time-travel story!" Hu Gao exclaimed, his fists clenched in excitement, as he whispered to himself.
It's not like this extremely unbelievable thing had made Hu Gao flustered to the point of losing his composure, in the country of Hua Xia, who at his age hadn't crawled out from a pile of transmigrations, whether it was possession transmigration, beast transmigration, solo transmigration, group transmigration, those were all just small cases, even if he himself wasn't called Hu Gao now but had suddenly changed to some surname like Lin Long Xiao Fang, that would also be reasonable.
According to the first law of traversal summarized by countless predecessors, Hu Gao knew that the most important thing for him now was to integrate the original memories in this body, figure out what kind of world this was, and what relationship he had with these people in front of him.
But unfortunately, Hu Gao discovered that he had been quietly searching for half a day, and it turned out to be all memories of his past life...
The last scene that stayed in his mind was when he, as a graduate student of Qinghua University's biology department, was researching white foxes at a base for rare species on Shennongjia. Suddenly, a loud thunderclap sounded from the sky and he appeared in this strange world.
Having the original complete memory is good, but without the memories of this body, how can I survive?
Hu Gao felt that he had been played a huge joke by the heavens from the very beginning, this feeling was just like a beauty throwing herself at you, only to discover in the end that she was a stone maiden... impossible to enter!
"Hu Gao, confess honestly whether you have obtained the inheritance of our ancestors!" The white-haired old man suddenly stepped forward, grasped Hu Gao's hand and asked in a fierce and urgent tone.
Is this an inheritance from ancestors? What's the joke? Thinking back to his state when he first woke up, and the environment he is in now, Hu Gao felt like he somewhat understood. Could it be that these people from who-knows-where are trying to perform some sort of ritual to obtain a certain inheritance?
I'm so angry I could burst!
Although he had only been transported to the present for three thousand two hundred and ten seconds, Hu Gao could be certain that there was no inheritance on his body! Who has ever seen a successor with the strength of a chicken, and a brain as blank as paper?
But looking at the white-haired old man's expression that could almost eat people, Hu Gao could only make a calm face and nodded lightly.
"That's good, that's good! The heavens have opened their eyes, and our Ning City Hu family is saved. As long as Hu Gao can grow up smoothly, the Lang family of Yue City will no longer be a major threat to us. Under the leadership of the successors, our Ning City Hu family will surely embark on the road to revival!"
As soon as Hu Gao's voice fell, an old man with a head of cyan long hair, who had been standing behind the white-haired elder, stepped forward and sighed repeatedly.
Hú Gāo took a look at the green-haired youth and suddenly felt an urge to laugh. This guy was clearly one of his own kind, and he would have to get close to him in the future.
No matter how you look at it, this time's transmigration is truly a complete failure!
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