The Nuoxi ritual continued ahead, the bamboo frame swaying incessantly in the distorted heat rising from the bonfires below.
Seeing this, Li Huowang sighed with a hint of helplessness and shook his head. Faced with the immense pressure from Fusheng Heaven, the people here were evidently at their wits' end, trying anything and everything, regardless of whether it would work or not.
Da Nuo did indeed have believers in Huo Shu, and its following was wide. However, pinning their hopes on an intervention from a mad Fate Commander was ultimately unrealistic.
"Do they think it's useful just because they believe it is? Do they really think everyone's a Xinsu? So superstitious. Let's go." After speaking, Li Huowang walked past the Da Liang Astrological Bureau, leading Gao Zhijian toward the Da Liang Imperial Temple.
