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The thick, impenetrable white smoke, like a surging, rolling sea of ​​clouds, tightly enveloped the entire ancestral hall square, making it almost impossible to see anything within.

However, amidst this hazy and chaotic scene, a melodious and solemn ancient melody pierced through the thick fog, clearly reaching people's ears and echoing continuously across the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

It was a magnificent symphony composed of countless instruments—the drumbeats were powerful and resounding, like ten thousand horses galloping; the bells were clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley; the zither music was gentle and melodious, like the sounds of nature…

The various sounds blended and echoed each other, forming a unique and beautiful rhythm, as if softly telling a magnificent epic from ancient times, full of mystery.

At this very moment, tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room are intently watching the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

Having just experienced a mind-blowing "sound wave baptism" that was as powerful as a storm, everyone was so nervous that they dared not even take a breath, for fear of missing any exciting moments that might happen next.

Their eyes didn't blink, their gazes fixed firmly on the white haze as if drawn by a magnet.

Because everyone knew very well that deep within that seemingly ordinary and unremarkable fog, a figure they had been eagerly anticipating was about to slowly emerge!

"Hurry up and clear this smoke! Why isn't it clearing up yet?! It's driving me crazy!"

"I feel like my heart is about to stop! What does the young master actually look like?! The trailer only shows his profile and long shots!"

"I'm ready to take a screenshot! Today, I'm definitely going to set the young master's stunning good looks as my phone wallpaper!"

"Upstairs, that's blasphemy! How dare we mortals casually peer at the young master's face? We should look upon him with a reverent heart!"

"That's right! I'm already kneeling on the bed, just waiting for the... no, the young master!"

The comments section became active again.

Every word was filled with endless anticipation and anxiety.

Inside the control room, Su Qinghuan's heart was also in her throat.

Her gaze was fixed on the main screen.

She knew that the next shot would be the first highlight of the entire live stream.

Absolutely, there is no room for error.

"Old Wang!" she commanded in a low voice over the internal channel, "Focus the camera on the steps in front of the ancestral hall! Use slow motion! Keep it steady!"

"Received!" Old Wang's voice carried a hint of barely concealed tension and excitement.

As he operated the camera, the live stream slowly moved towards the center of the smoke, towards the magnificent Wu Clan Ancestral Hall.

The breeze in the valley seemed to be imbued with some mysterious power, quietly sensing the strong atmosphere of anticipation permeating this land, and gradually began to dance gently.

The thick smoke that had been tightly covering the square like a heavy curtain now began to slowly and rhythmically retreat to both sides, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand.

As time went by, the figures of those thousands of simple and honest villagers who stood quietly in the same place once again came into people's view.

They maintained their solemn and dignified posture, remaining motionless like sculptures.

Just like the earth-shattering explosion that had just occurred, it did not cause them any disturbance or change whatsoever.

The camera, like a nimble gaze, passed through the silent crowd and continued to move forward resolutely.

Finally, shrouded in lingering smoke, the magnificent Wu Clan Ancestral Hall gradually revealed its complete outline.

The stone steps, the shrines, and the guards standing watch on both sides are all exactly the same as before.

At this very moment, everyone noticed something simultaneously:

Before those two tightly closed, brightly colored vermilion doors, at some unknown moment, a small figure appeared.

He just stood there quietly, all by himself.

Standing before that magnificent ancestral hall.

He stood at the very front of those thousands of tribesmen.

Standing under the spotlight of the entire world.

Because the smoke had not completely dissipated, his figure appeared somewhat blurry and hazy in the shot.

But this blurry figure, the moment it appeared, seemed to become the center of the entire world!

Everyone's attention was completely drawn to him!

"He's out! He's out! It's the young master!"

"My God! Even though I can't see the face clearly, just that figure and that aura are enough to suffocate me!"

"This...is this the legendary aura of a king? It's so domineering! So oppressive!"

"Quick, quick! Zoom in! I want to see her face! I want to see her face!"

The viewers in the live stream went completely wild.

They were like they were on steroids, frantically spamming the comments section, venting their excitement.

Su Qinghuan's heart was pounding wildly.

She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming due to excessive excitement.

"Old Wang! Hold on! Keep pushing!" Her voice trembled slightly with tension.

As everyone waited with bated breath, the camera continued to move slowly forward.

The last wisp of white smoke that lingered around him was finally blown away by the wind.

For the first time, that figure was presented completely, clearly, and without reservation to tens of millions of people in the live broadcast room!

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone was stunned the moment they saw the figure clearly.

Their minds were completely blank, filled with the sheer shock of the experience.

It was a child who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old.

He was dressed in an incredibly magnificent and noble outfit, similar to an ancient imperial robe, which they had never seen before.

The clothes are embroidered with gold and silver threads depicting the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers.

Under the bright lights of the square, it shimmered with a dazzling brilliance.

And his face...

It was a face that defied description in any language, exquisitely beautiful.

Her skin was as white as jade, without a single blemish.

His eyebrows looked as if they had been meticulously drawn with the finest ink, exuding a commanding presence.

Her nose was high and straight, and her lips were a natural light pink.

What makes him most captivating is his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

Pitch black, deep, and calm.

Not a trace of childlike innocence and curiosity remains.

There is only a sense of wisdom, as if one has seen through the vicissitudes of life!

He just stood there quietly.

His small body seemed even more magnificent than the ancestral hall behind him.

"Gulp."

Someone in the control room swallowed hard.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Su Qinghuan, Lao Wang, Xiao Li, and a dozen or so technicians from Wujia Village.

Everyone stared blankly at the eight-year-old child on the main screen, as if frozen in place, a child who seemed like a god descending to earth.

Their faces were all filled with the same expression.

It was a profound, pure reverence that came from the depths of one's soul.

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