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It is exactly 5:00 AM.

As the third, long, and resounding horn call slowly faded into the valley...

The whole world seemed to fall into an extreme and unsettling silence.

It was a deathly silence, like a vacuum before a storm, when all sound has been sucked out.

In the ancestral hall square of Wujia Village, thousands of villagers still stand silently like sculptures.

Their faces were filled with an extremely devout solemnity, their eyes fixed intently on the magnificent ancestral hall in front of them.

Inside the control room, Su Qinghuan held her breath.

She knew that the ceremony was about to officially begin.

Old Wang, standing next to her, had his palms sweating profusely as his fingers hovered over the switching button on the main control panel.

Assistant Xiao Li stared intently at the dozens of split-screen shots in front of him, afraid of missing any detail.

In the live stream, the tens of millions of viewers seemed to feel the extremely heavy atmosphere.

The barrage of comments that had been surging like a waterfall suddenly became sparse.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for that earth-shattering first loud bang.

We awaited that earth-shattering, first deafening roar.

Just then, Wu Jingzhi, the head steward standing at the top of the ancestral hall steps, slowly raised his right hand.

Then, he swung it down hard!

"Thump!"

A deep, yet powerful drumbeat suddenly rang out!

The sound seemed not to come from the drumhead, but from the depths of the earth, striking everyone's heart hard!

Followed by.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dense drumbeats, like a violent storm, suddenly erupted!

At that moment, the huge ceremonial band of over a hundred people also began to play their ancient instruments!

The sound of the chime bells is clear, melodious, and lingering.

The sound of the chime stones is ethereal and profound.

The sound of the zither and lute was like weeping and lamenting.

The sound of the xun and xiao is desolate and lofty.

Countless ancient melodies intertwine perfectly at this moment, converging into a grand musical movement filled with supreme solemnity and epic grandeur!

That is the music for the emperor's sacrificial rites to heaven, which has been lost for thousands of years—"Guofeng·Ya Song"!

"My God... this music..."

"It's so beautiful! I feel my soul trembling!"

"This...this is music from thousands of years ago in China? It's more breathtaking than any symphony!"

The viewers in the live stream were instantly captivated by the ancient music, which was filled with a sacred aura.

However, this is only the beginning.

Amidst the grand ceremonial music, a guard dressed in black, holding a torch, strode quickly to the edge of the square.

There, rows of huge firecrackers, piled up like small mountains, had already been set up.

Without hesitation, the guard lit the long fuse of the torch in his hand!

"Sizzle—"

The sparks spread rapidly along the fuse!

next second!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions, which didn't sound like firecrackers at all, suddenly rang out!

The sound was louder than thunder!

More awe-inspiring than a landslide!

It was as if tens of thousands of cannons were roaring in unison at the same time!

The terrifying sound wave instantly swept through the entire valley!

The surrounding mountains vibrated and hummed!

Countless birds that inhabit the mountains and forests were so frightened by the deafening noise that they took flight in a massive swarm, circling endlessly in the air!

Inside the control room, even the specially made soundproof glass trembled slightly under the strain of the terrifying sound waves!

Su Qinghuan felt as if she had suddenly gone deaf.

All that remained in her mind was a buzzing sound in her ears.

Old Wang and Little Li beside her looked even more horrified!

Meanwhile, the tens of millions of viewers watching the live stream on their phones or computers were subjected to an unprecedented sonic attack!

Countless netizens who were watching the live stream in bed with headphones on felt as if they had been hit hard on the head with a hammer the moment the explosion happened!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! I'm deaf! I'm fucking deaf!"

"My ears! My ears are bleeding! Is that a firecracker? Or is it a cruise missile?!"

"Flashbang! I was blinded by a flashbang! My eyes! I can't see anything!"

"Hey, Strawberry TV! I'm warning you! If you blow up my phone, you'll have to buy me a new one!"

"Pay my ass! This experience! Absolutely amazing! I felt like I was there in person! It was fucking thrilling!"

"Flashbang, huh?!"

The entire live stream room was in complete chaos.

Some people were wailing, some were cursing, but many more were incredibly excited and thrilled by this unprecedented and immersive experience!

It took Su Qinghuan several seconds to recover from the enormous roar.

She shook her still-buzzing head, looked at the screen on the main display that had turned completely white due to signal overload, and felt a mix of fear and relief.

Fortunately, she had turned the volume of the live stream down by 80% beforehand.

Otherwise, that one moment alone would have been enough to give all the viewers wearing headphones an ear orgasm!

The power of those 99,999 thunderclaps was truly terrifying!

The explosion lasted for almost a minute before gradually subsiding.

The deafening roar was gradually replaced by the continued playing of grand ceremonial music.

The entire square was shrouded in thick white smoke from the explosion.

A vast expanse of white, like a sea of ​​clouds in a fairyland.

It was impossible to see what was inside.

Su Qinghuan knew that it was time for her to speak.

She cleared her throat and, speaking into the microphone in a slightly trembling yet excited voice, said, "Dear viewers... how is everyone...?"

"That was the first item on our agenda: firing cannons and playing music."

"The power of these 99,999 thunderclaps is truly beyond our imagination."

"It represents the highest respect that Wujia Village has for its ancestors."

"Now, the smoke that shrouded the square is slowly dissipating."

"And amidst this sacred music, we are about to welcome the true protagonist of today's grand ceremony."

Su Qinghuan's words were like a hook, once again drawing the attention of all the viewers.

Everyone stared intently at the slowly dissipating white smoke.

They knew that the legendary "Young Master" was about to make his appearance!

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