My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

In the control room, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone felt as if they were being choked, and even their breathing became cautious.

Their eyes were fixed on the main screen, on the small figure dressed in ancestral worship attire, as if afraid that the dreamlike scene would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Su Qinghuan felt as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, each beat heavy and difficult.

Her mind went blank.

She just wanted to look at him like this, to etch the image of this child deep into her soul.

In the live stream, tens of millions of viewers were also stunned into silence.

After a deathly silence of half a minute, the comments section burst forth like a flood, taking over the entire screen again in an almost frenzied manner.

This time, it's not just simple "Holy crap" and "Awesome".

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I even called him 'little brother' before. I'm guilty! I repent! Please forgive my ignorance, young master!"

All the noise and jokes on the internet vanished the moment Wu You made his official debut.

And in the ancestral hall square of Wujia Village.

When Wu You's figure was fully revealed from the dissipating smoke.

The thousands of Wujiacun villagers who had been standing still all shuddered.

Their faces instantly lit up with an excitement a hundred times more fervent than that of the viewers in the live stream.

Just then, Wu Jingzhi, the head steward standing on the steps of the ancestral hall, slowly took out a scroll from his elaborate sacrificial robes.

Then, in a voice that was aged yet possessed boundless penetrating power, it sang out loud:

"It's time of Mao (5-7 AM)!"

"Please welcome—"

"Young master, ascend the altar!"

His voice, transmitted through the hidden sound equipment that had been set up in the square, spread throughout the entire valley.

It also reached the ears of every viewer in the live broadcast room.

As he finished speaking...

The small figure that had been standing quietly in front of the ancestral hall gate finally moved.

He took a step.

His feet, clad in specially made black-and-gold-trimmed court boots with cloud patterns, stepped one by one onto the blue stone steps leading to the altar.

His pace was not fast, but each step was exceptionally steady and powerful.

"Thump."

"Thump."

"Thump."

The live stream camera gave him a close-up shot of his face.

Everyone can see it clearly.

His delicate, almost godlike face remained expressionless.

His eyes, as black as ink, were as calm as a bottomless, eternally cold pool.

He just kept walking upwards, step by step.

In the control room, Su Qinghuan looked at the small figure climbing the steps on the screen and felt her soul trembling because of the scene full of supreme majesty and ritual.

She knew she had to speak up.

She must use her own voice to provide the most appropriate commentary on this sacred painting.

She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions churning within her.

Speaking into the microphone, she slowly explained in a slightly trembling yet solemn tone:

"Dear viewers..."

"Now... now walking towards us is our Wu Family Village's young master."

"The robe he was wearing was the highest-level sacrificial robe that had been passed down in Wujia Village for over six hundred years, and only the clan chief of each generation was qualified to wear it during the ancestral worship ceremony."

"He is now ascending the altar in front of the ancestral hall."

"There, he will serve as the supreme leader of Wujia Village and preside over all subsequent sacrificial rites."

Su Qinghuan's explanation gave the viewers in the live broadcast room a deeper understanding of the mysterious ritual in front of them.

"Don't speak! Feel it with your heart!!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

Wu You finally climbed all ninety-nine steps.

His small figure finally stood before the huge altar where sacrificial offerings of meat and grains were placed.

He turned around.

For the first time, he faced directly, toward the thousands of his people in the square.

He also turned his attention to the tens of millions of his "viewers" in front of the camera.

At that moment, his calm and unwavering eyes seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, meeting the gaze of everyone watching the live broadcast.

Everyone felt their heart skip a beat the moment they met his gaze!

What a gaze it was!

Majesty, indifference, vastness, compassion...

It seems to contain all the mysteries of the universe.

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