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"What?! Dad actually killed Uncle Ye!" Cheng Yi covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief.
Bai Lan, however, did not show any surprise. Having lived for a thousand years, her mind was beyond what ordinary people could compare. Although she had never seen a similar technique, she could guess it was something like an external incarnation; after all, one individual could not exist as multiple entities at the same time.
Sure enough, the three fallen Ye Mingshangs held their positions for a few seconds before slowly withering away, ultimately turning into a puddle of mud.
"What happened? How did Uncle Ye turn into mud?" Cheng Yi, who had never witnessed such a technique, expressed great curiosity, her big eyes blinking rapidly.
Swish!
Two more arrows shot out, and the remaining two Ye Mingshangs were instantly struck, collapsing to the ground and also transforming into mud.
"Haha! Li Ge's archery is indeed impressive, but doesn't this count as cheating?" A voice echoed in the air, making it difficult to pinpoint his location.
Li Lang's figure slowly emerged from behind the house and spoke slowly: "You never said we couldn't use weapons."
"Haha! In that case, I won't hold back."
Immediately, a loud Dragon's Roar sounded, and a dark shadow shot out like a large black arrow.
Clang!
Whether intentional or not, when the ink spear flew out, it just happened to pass by Li Lang and was deflected by Li Lang's bow.
The ink spear was a divine weapon, incredibly hard and capable of cutting through iron like mud. Ordinary weapons would surely shatter upon collision with it; even ordinary spiritual tools with similar sentience would not withstand it and would be destroyed as well.
Yet this seemingly ordinary iron bow did not break upon impact and appeared to be completely unharmed; it was certainly not an ordinary item.
"Look, look! Uncle Ye can fly!" someone suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the sky.
In the sky, a black figure stood with a gun in hand, slightly long hair blowing in the wind, exuding an impressive aura and full of heroism.
"Be careful, when I get serious, I can't even control myself," Ye Mingshang said with a slight smile.
In an instant, the figure shot down from high above, swinging the ink gun as if it were a club ready to strike.
Below, Li Lang had entered a state of no self but was still prepared to respond.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Suddenly, a loud bell rang out, and both of them stopped their movements simultaneously.
Li Lang looked into the distance, his eyes sparkling as he returned to his normal state.
"Ah! The grand ceremony is about to begin; it seems our battle will be postponed."
"Grand ceremony?..."
Ye Mingshang pondered; this term felt familiar to him, vaguely reminiscent of something.
"The grand ceremony has started; everyone has already gone."
A clear voice echoed in his mind, and Ye Mingshang and Muran realized.
Of course, no wonder it felt so familiar; back when the Celestial Abode was still around, he had attended it in his previous life.
The grand ceremony is held once a year, primarily to commemorate the predecessors and sages, serving as a sort of memorial day.
On the day of the ceremony, the first event is to listen to the stories of the ancestors. This process is certainly quite boring, but those in charge enjoy it; perhaps they fantasize about growing old and passing down their own stories one day.
After the tedious stories come various delicious dishes, along with bonfires and beautiful songs, resembling a carnival celebration—a rare collective activity.
Thinking of the grand ceremony, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but show a nostalgic expression.
He still remembers how he captured Mengyu's heart with a song during the ceremony.
Although singing love songs seems cliché, it is also very romantic, especially in the ancient times when society was still quite feudal and closed off.
"What are you thinking about? The ceremony is about to start; come join us," Li Lang said as he patted Ye Mingshang on the shoulder.
Ye Mingshang smiled slightly and replied, "Sure."
In a certain part of the jungle, there is a massive waterfall, over a hundred meters high, with torrents of water crashing down. The mist fills the air, creating a lasting rainbow illuminated by sunlight—both mysterious and enchanting, with a powerful visual impact.
It truly echoes Li Bai's line: "The cascading water flows straight down three thousand feet; it seems like the Milky Way has fallen from the heavens."
This line fits perfectly here.
Above the waterfall lies a vast plain with hardly any trees, just lush green grass.
On the grassland, one can see several enormous stone statues from afar. They are much clearer than those abstract styles found in Celestial Abode, resembling enlarged versions of Real Person.
Each statue appears ethereal and graceful, capturing an essence that makes them seem lifelike.
"This is our Seventh Ancestor. He once led us to expand vast territories and solved our problems of insufficient arable land and water sources..."
The ceremony had been underway for some time, and an elderly man in white robes with long white hair and a beard was passionately recounting the stories of their great ancestor, as if narrating his own tale.
While he was still spirited, everyone else below the platform appeared drowsy and lethargic.
Ye Mingshang couldn't help but want to comment; indeed, whether ordinary people or such reclusive Experts, leadership-style speeches had a hypnotic effect.
Time passed quickly, from morning until afternoon, when the elder on the platform finally began to show signs of concluding.
"The achievements of our ancestors are enough for us to celebrate for a lifetime. We should take them as our role models and learn from their great spirit. Now, let's stop discussing our ancestors' accomplishments and start the festivities!"
He hadn't clearly heard the earlier parts, but that last sentence about starting the festivities was loud and clear, prompting everyone to applaud enthusiastically.
The elder on the platform beamed with joy, one hand behind his back while the other gently stroked his beard, seemingly unaware that the applause was not for his eloquence but rather a celebration that he had finally finished speaking.
The feast had long been prepared, with unknown wild beasts roasting over the bonfire, fresh fruits laid out on long tables arranged haphazardly, along with various delicious fruit wines.
"Haha! This old man's rambling has finally come to an end. Listening to this every year is truly unbearable," Li Lang's hearty laughter rang out as he approached with his wife and children.
Ye Mingshang chuckled in agreement; this leadership-style speech indeed had a peculiar magic. No matter who listened, it induced a sense of drowsiness. Even if he tried to keep himself alert, it was no different.
He suddenly had a whimsical thought: if these speeches were broadcast continuously around the world for 24 hours, would it cause everyone to fall asleep and bring peace to the world? (To be continued.)
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