Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 825 - 454: The Spirit of the Clouds

Chapter 825: Chapter 454: The Spirit of the Clouds

"Blood mingles, life and death intertwined. Holding your hand, never apart in life or death!..."

Before the raging flames, Xiulote tightly embraced the maiden in white in his arms. With a solemn expression, he recited loud and clear in a language no one could understand, as if praying with divine words.

Then, he took out a sharp Obsidian Dagger and slowly but surely made a long cut in the center of his left palm. The pain in his hand came instantly, followed by the piercing red blood.

"Alisa, with the Divine and Ancestors as witnesses, you are my eternal wife! I swear by the heart where my soul resides, to love you, protect you, understand you, and meld with you with an undying soul!"

Xiulote gazed into Alisa’s eyes, raised his bleeding left hand, and swore with utmost seriousness. He made an eternal vow to his beloved from the heart.

"No matter how time changes, no matter how the world shifts, I will always be by your side, life and death interdependent, never abandoning!..."

"Xiulote!..."

Alisa’s eyes widened, gazing lovingly at her beloved, emotionally calling out. Moments later, she took Xiulote’s dagger without hesitation, and under her father’s low exclamation, also cut her left hand.

"Xiulote, with the Divine and Ancestors as witnesses, you are my only husband! I am your spirit, you are my day and night. The spirit will dance in the day and night until she dies, her soul dispersed into the wind... I will entwine with you as well..."

Hearing this, Xiulote’s heart trembled. He extended his left hand, and Alisa also extended her left hand. In an instant, the two bleeding palms pressed tightly together, fingers interlocking, blood mingling!

"Alisa!..."

At this moment, Xiulote felt his heart beating violently. Surging love filled his heart, making him tremble all over, etched deeply in his soul.

"Praise the Chief Divine! It is the blood oath ceremony!..."

Seeing this scene, the Great Nobility participating in the wedding exclaimed in surprise. According to Alliance customs, the groom and bride cutting their palms and pressing them together symbolized loyalty and vows - the blood oath ceremony! This ritual is a solemn promise to the Divine, only held when both parties are Divine Descendants, and is rarely seen at weddings.

"Good! Very good!"

Cacamatzin praised with a laugh. He extended his right hand, holding the elderly woman beside him, and raised the scepter in his left hand, shouting loudly.

"Release the flying fireworks! Offer the most splendid blessings to the Chief Divine gazing from the sky, to be sung throughout the Lake Capital City!"

Upon hearing this, the High Priest waved his hand with a smile. Twenty kingdom craftsmen were well-prepared, igniting bamboo fireworks in hand and pointing the mouths towards the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Twenty fireworks swiftly ascended into the air, blossoming dazzling lights! Red, green, yellow, purple... in an instant, the night sky glittered brightly, like the feathered serpent swinging long feathers, as well as the fiery Divine Tree spreading its branches. The magical flames flickered in the sky, shocking the entire Lake Capital City and thousands of citizens in the Capital City.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In a matter of moments, another twenty fireworks bloomed in the night sky. A burst of multicolored light blooming and fading, astonishing the Great Nobility gazing up. Only then did the people beneath the fireworks react, rendering a mountain and sea-like cheer.

"Praise the Chief Divine! This is the Divine’s brilliance!"

"Flowing fire in the night sky, a sign of Great Prosperity!..."

"Blessings to His Highness and the Princess!..."

Aweit raised his head, gazing at the fireworks in the sky, silent for a long time. The fireworks shone brightly in the sky, a marvelous sight that stirred hearts. Moments later, his gaze shifted downwards, looking at the tightly embraced couple, a smile quietly spreading across his lips.

Xiulote held Alisa’s hand tightly, embracing his wife, gently inhaling her long hair. The maiden’s cheek slightly lifted, her hair clinging close to the youth’s neck. The two quietly embraced, watching the splendid sky, hearts filled with happiness.

"Alisa, I invented these fireworks for you."

Xiulote slightly lowered his head, whispering in the maiden’s ear.

"Do you like them?"

Alisa blinked her sparkling eyes, like hiding a spring pool.

"I like them! As long as it’s from you, I would like it, uh..."

The maiden thought for a moment, turned her head. Her beautiful eyes curved into a smile, then she embraced her beloved tightly, boldly kissing him.

"Uh, love you..."

"Ah..."

Xiulote was caught off guard, his lips slightly parted, feeling the soft touch moving his soul. He dazedly kissed for a few breaths, his eyes igniting flames, then responded forcefully entwining.

"Haha!"

The fireworks in the sky didn’t last long, but the newlyweds’ deep kiss persisted. Seeing this, the elder Cacamatzin laughed heartily. He patiently waited for a moment, then once more waved the scepter, loudly joyously calling.

"Praise the Chief Divine! The second banquet begins, indulge in wine!"

"Great! Drink, play music, celebrate joyously!"

The nobility cheerfully responded, dispersing from the fire pit, taking seats at the arranged placements. Several maidservants hurriedly approached, bandaging the injuries on His Highness and the Princess’ palms, then leading the couple to seats at the head of the table.

Everyone held the first banquet at the bride’s home, then lit torches escorting, carrying the bride to the High Priest’s Mansion. Afterwards, they ignited raging bonfires, fastened cloaks, conducted the hand-in-hand blood oath, and released magical fireworks. Until now, with the start of the second banquet, all wedding procedures were completed. After this, the newlyweds would leave the banquet, entering the bridal chamber together...

The second banquet differed from the first; guests could drink but must strictly adhere to the rules. Only nobility and guards over thirty years old were eligible to drink.