Dragon's Blood Incense Spiritual Meaning นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Warm, thick blood spilled into the bowl she had prepared. The raven's wings twitched as life drained from its body, its bones cracking in her hands as she laid it to rest at her feet. Another raven followed, then another until she was done. She had used a total of three Ravens, for the triple goddess energy, Maiden, Mother, Crone. They would represent the destruction of the curse. Now, with the blood of the ravens in the bowl, Morane knelt down, retrieving her herbs. She began with the Valerian Root, its pungent scent filling the air as she crumbled it into the blood.

Long Chen smiled and ignored the World Spirit's words and screams. He emerged from his subconscious and looked back at the dragon's blood pool. "Your bones will also change as you absorb the blood from that pool. But the pain you'll experience is hundreds, even millions of times more agonizing because both are sacred dragon bones." The Blue Firebird spoke seriously to Long Chen.

"Amelia, it's stinky, it can't be sandalwood!" Wherever there is a spirit, it feeds on incense and fire. There have been many similar accounts in the mythology of the United States. Both the undead who have consumed the incense from the temple and those who have acquired karma will greatly benefit from spiritual cultivation. So the spirits were willing to smell the incense. The Wraith Infant and the twins didn't like it, and then there was Elijah's big mouth. Amelia smirked and said, "This thing is probably as fragrant as a dead person."

"Moonflower essence is the easiest, expensive but available through proper channels if you know who to ask. I can get you that by tomorrow." He pointed to an empty slot in the case. "Dragon's blood resin requires travel to the Scorched Peaks. Three days' journey minimum, through territory that doesn't welcome outsiders. The dragon there don't take kindly to strangers." "I'll handle it." "Will you now?" He raised an eyebrow. "And the silver sage? Only grows in cursed ground where dark magic was performed. Blood rituals. Death magic. The kind of places even experienced witches avoid." He closed the case with a snap.

“That lines up with what Thaddeus was rambling about earlier when he was drunk. Kept going on about how the dragon mustn’t die. Said he needed a living vessel.” “Exactly,” Niobe continued. “The red ink in the final line you copied, Luna, it signifies a blood sacrifice.” According to her, the Red Dragon wouldn’t just be an energy source, it would become a vessel which containing heat so intense it would destroy a human body. If the dragon died before the ritual was complete, Thaddeus and all his followers would burn from the inside out. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how that dragon would die at their hands.

Uncle Drake exclaimed. “Open your mouth. Don’t speak. Otherwise, my blood will go to waste,” Martiny said irrefutably. She was an Exorcist Dragon, and she was the bloodline of Guardian of the Ancestor Dragon. For Uncle Drake, a Dragon Guardian, her blood was a kind of holy medicine. “Aunt, we were just worried about not being able to find Izanami Shrine. We didn’t expect you to escape on your own. What about the rest?” Alex asked.

It circled once — twice — then dissolved into thousands of glowing petals that fell over the crowd. The Fae lifted their hands, catching the petals on their palms, and placing them over their hearts. “What does it mean?” Jenna asked softly. Oliver leaned in, voice filled with reverence. “That the First Spark blesses the coming year.” “And the dragon?” she whispered. “That,” Thorn said behind them, “is the spirit of our ancestors. It comes only when the realm recognizes a shift in the bloodline.” Jenna’s eyes widened. She looked down at her belly. “Is it because of—?”

) Red smoke rose from the bowl and circled around Maddie and Raven, split in two, and changed color. Maddie got the purple smoke, the color of spirituality, it circled around her, slowly at first and faster and faster. She inhaled everything. Then it reappeared and disappeared back into the shell. It took her love for Raven with it. Raven got white smoke, which stood for forgetting, it circled around him like a snake. He took a deep breath and inhaled the white smoke. It took a while for it to reappear and also disappear into the fire bowl. It quenched his ability to love.