If you listen carefully, you will find that this strange rhythm is actually the silent humming of a group of inner sect members.
It was formed by the strange, low syllables coming from the mouth.
The sounds were long and drawn out, like the whispered prayers of ancient ancestors, or the desperate cries of ghosts and monsters in the dark night. Different sounds, accompanied by different rhythms, echoed for a long time on the mountaintop.
Li Sisui stood in the square, listening quietly.
The deep voice coming from the mountaintop sounded like an old man whispering in your ear.
Gradually, the people from other sects around them also began to chant silently, like a stream flowing into the ocean, the sound vast and deafening.
Although Li Sisui couldn't understand what they were chanting, he could still hum along like a parrot.
They hummed like that until the sun was fully up in the sky, and the strange sound gradually faded away.
But then, a commotion broke out on the mountaintop, and three people were dragged out from the back of the crowd.
Because Li Sisui was far from the mountaintop, he could only vaguely see that the three people were bound by thin, bright bands of light, unable to move, and their whimpering pleas could not bring them any hope.
From a distance, these three people did not resemble normal Tu people at all.
One person was covered in thick fur, another had ears several times the size of a normal person's, and the last person looked fairly normal, except for a thin, fluffy tail dangling behind him with nowhere to go.
The three were dragged to the altar and made to kneel facing the rising sun.
Before Li Sisui could figure out what was going on, he saw three round heads fall from the mountaintop and roll into the bottomless cliff.
Immediately afterwards, blood gushed out from the three corpses like a fountain.
A thick, blood-red fog gathered in mid-air above the mountaintop, lingering for a long time.
Sunlight shone through the blood mist onto the faces of the inner clan members, as if they were covered with a thick layer of red makeup.
The smiles of the tribesmen after slaying the alien race created a bizarre and distorted scene.
Li Sisui felt a chill run down his spine. The human sacrifice he had just begun to feel a sense of belonging and warmth vanished instantly, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.
Despite the scorching sun, Li Sisui felt icy cold inside.
I am not a member of the Tu people after all, and I cannot understand their indifference to life. A faint anger rose in my heart, but I had nowhere to vent it.
Compared to Li Sisui's fury, the surrounding members of the outer clan appeared unusually calm, as if it were perfectly normal.
After the three alien race members were beheaded, cheers erupted, bringing the entire sacrificial ceremony to a climax.
All the members of the inner and outer clans sang the song with its peculiar rhythm in unison. Li Sisui listened carefully and slowly realized that the so-called song was actually a collection of different tones of the same sentence.
"All things are dust, but China lives on forever!"
The only phrase repeated silently was this one sentence, but through different tones, pauses, and rhythms, it created such a unique and moving melody.
Li Sisui also chanted softly along with his clansmen, but some things deep in his heart had gradually drifted away.
All things, though different in their paths, ultimately converge, turning into a wisp of smoke and dust, dissipating between heaven and earth, and returning to nothingness.
Compared to the divine land that stands proudly between heaven and earth, immortal and indestructible, all things are but ants, yearning for the path to immortality, yet unknowingly wasting their remaining years on the pursuit of immortality.
This deep and ancient song evokes endless reverie, past and future, life and death, like a decadent melody entering the ear, leaving the heart unsettled.
All members of both the inner and outer branches of the clan became exceptionally excited by this ancient rhythm.
At this moment, there is no longer any distinction between inner and outer sects; there is only one kinsman, united in purpose, fighting against heaven and earth, and none dare disobey!
The sun continued to rise, and the whole world became bright. The incense on the altar had burned out, and wisps of smoke rose and then disappeared into nothingness.
The blood beneath my feet began to congeal and crack under the scorching sun, recording this seemingly normal yet absurd world. It was more like a broken mirror; standing before it, I would see countless fragmented versions of myself.
The chanting gradually faded and disappeared, and everyone looked up at the mountaintop with burning eyes.
A majestic, crisp, and powerful sound echoed from the mountaintop, shaking the rock walls and sending rocks flying.
This person was hidden in the clouds and mist, and his face could not be seen, but everyone knew who he was.
The leader of the Nine Dragons Sect is also the chief of the Tu tribe.
The next step is the final part of the year-end ancestral worship ceremony: the patriarch's address.
Hearing the sect leader's voice for the first time, Li Sisui was quite curious.
The sect leader sat atop the mountain, his face obscured, yet his resounding voice never ceased to be heard.
First, the clan's achievements this year are recounted, and those who have made contributions both within and outside the clan are commended. Then, the current situation of the clan is analyzed, and the difficult years are recalled. The clan found this precious land in the midst of chaos, stepping over the corpses of countless kinsmen, and led the clansmen to take root here, avoiding wild beasts and uniting kinsmen from all directions.
Finally, the clan went into seclusion here, biding their time, but a war with other tribes was inevitable sooner or later. They hoped that the clan members would remember the bitter past and cherish the present, strive to improve themselves, bring glory to the clan, and carry forward its glory.
The entire speech was full of insightful and eloquent remarks, drawing on a wide range of sources. The members of the tribe deeply appreciated how precious the peaceful and prosperous life they enjoy today is.
Although the road ahead is fraught with danger and countless hardships await, as long as we follow the sect leader, we can forge ahead without hesitation and overcome all obstacles.
Even Li Sisui, who had only recently joined the clan, was so excited by the story that he couldn't help but be captivated by the clan leader's personal charisma.
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