Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1520 - 1063: Spirit Soul Pottery Jar, Jiao People’s Ancient Rites!_3

What, you ask about the topmost level? That topmost stone step is naturally prepared for the Xiulote rank "Great Great Chief," "Great Great Leader" or "Alliance King." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"May the Chief Divine bless and watch over everything! Come, your turn!..."

"Bow! Stand! Eat! ... Ceremony complete! Bury the seeds, cut the hair, drop the blood! ... Inscribe the name! ... Swear again! ..."

Under the cold gaze of Xiulote, filled with murderous intent, the leaders of the Jungle Totonac Tribes were the first to express their allegiance. Following them were the small tribe chieftains of the Jungle Soc Tribes...

And the ones forced to bow last were the envoys of the two Great Tribes of the Jungle Soc, the Soc Divine Water Serpents of the Plain Water City, and the Soc Divine Water Eagles of the Source Water City. They silently completed the ceremony, one engraving a twisted long snake on a clay pot, the other carving a sharp eagle head.

A moment later, they watched their "soul clay pots" being placed on the second tier of stone steps, biting their teeth tightly, then letting out a low sigh. With this silent sigh, as they faced the impassive Xiulote, their stubbornly straight spines finally couldn't help but bend, as if some invisible burden was suddenly placed on their bones, pressure from the depths of their souls.

"Very good! The Chief Divine bears witness! Our shared Olmec Ancestor bears witness! ... I will also drop my blood, leave my clay pot, and establish a spiritual covenant with you! ..."

Under the solemn gazes of many chieftains and envoys, Xiulote solemnly extended his hand and buried nine kernels of corn in a purple clay pot. Then, with a calm expression, he buried a tuft of hair in the soil, cut open his palm, and dripped a full nine drops of blood! Finally, with a solemn face, he carved an abstract Divine Wolf on the surface of the purple clay pot and inscribed the name "Xiulote!"

"The Chief Divine bless! The highest sovereign shall be at the top of the stone steps! As the Divinity atop the Divine Mountain, overlooking all the submitted Divine Descendants! ..."

The Old Witch Doctor Kani chanted loudly, raising Xiulote's "soul clay pot" and placing it at the very top, the only highest point, of the fourth level of stone steps. At this moment, below the highest stone step, there were already densely packed, a good one or two hundred, "soul clay pots!"

These ancient and dim clay pots concealed within them the blood and hair of many leaders, the "mediums of the soul," much like ancient burial rituals. And on the surfaces of those large and small clay pots, more were engraved with the glyphic names of the jungle chieftains and envoys, arranged in neat rows.

If you look closely, these hundreds of clay pots form layers of small pyramids, like dense ancestral tablets. This strange and somber scene, seen in everyone's eyes, inexplicably shrouded it in a sense of mystery and solemnity, along with a touch of ancient, genuine divinity!

No matter what kind of disrespectful thoughts these leaders may have harbored in their hearts before, now seeing their "soul clay pots," placed in the most ancient and sacred Ancestor Temple, right under the statue of the Chief Divine... This was like some sort of pledge carved out of the soul, establishing an oath beyond life and death. Even the most rebellious chieftains couldn't help but feel fear, concerned about the fate of their souls after death...

"The Chief Divine bears witness! The Ancestors bear witness! ... Jiao People ceremony completed! Hierarchy established! Covenant formed! ..."

This elaborate Jiao People ritual lasted for a good two or three hours. By the time everything was finished, it was already late into the night. Everyone was long since starved and dizzy, yet in awe of the godly, solemn atmosphere in the Temple, no one dared to speak. At this moment, a kind of ethereal, yet somewhat real fear, reverence, and obedience, even a strange sense of closeness, quietly flowed in the hearts of those in the Temple. Accompanied by the mysterious, solemn ancient Jiao People rite, their souls seemed truly to be lined up distinctly and closely on the stone steps...

The Old Witch Doctor Kani looked around, observing the effect of the Jiao People "ancient rites" on the hearts of the people. He noted the heavy expressions on the faces of many chieftains, also observing the changing expressions of the chieftains as they looked at the clay pots, then at the Death God Temple. A few breaths later, he confidently raised the corners of his mouth, his old face showing a barely perceptible smile, and sang out loudly one last time.

"Everyone feast! Raise your cups in celebration! ... A cup for the Divine! A cup for the Ancestors! Another for the King! ..."