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Wu You's declaration was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, stirring up a huge wave in both the online and real worlds.

That overwhelming momentum, formed by the collective strength of hundreds of millions of Chinese people, seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, converging above Wujia Village, adding a touch of solemnity and battle-like atmosphere to this ancient valley.

On the altar, Wu You returned the scroll containing the earth-shattering sacrificial text to Wu Jingzhi.

He remained calm and composed throughout the entire process.

Wu Jingzhi took the scroll with both hands, but his aged hands trembled slightly.

He looked at the small figure in front of him, his eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of reverence.

He knew that from this day forward, Wu Family Village would no longer be merely a hidden wealth empire.

And all of this stems from the eight-year-old child in front of us.

In the control room, Su Qinghuan finally calmed down from the huge emotional shock.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and regained the calm and composure that a professional host should have.

She knew that now was not the time for her to dwell on her personal emotions.

The live stream continues, and tens of millions of viewers still need her guidance and explanation.

"Dear viewers," Su Qinghuan's voice rang out again through the microphone. Although it still carried a slight, barely perceptible hoarseness, it was full of power. "I believe that the eulogy read by the young master just now has stirred the blood of every Chinese compatriot."

"This is the spirit of our Chinese nation. This is the soul of our Chinese nation."

"It tells us that wealth and status are not the only measure of whether a family or a nation is powerful."

"True strength stems from our confidence in our own culture and our deep-seated reverence for our bloodline."

Su Qinghuan's explanation skillfully guided the fervent patriotic sentiment from the previous moment to a deeper level of cultural reflection.

The comments in the live stream gradually shifted from "We will punish them no matter how far away they are" to discussions about "cultural heritage".

"The anchor is absolutely right! I used to think that ancestor worship was just feudal superstition, a mere formality. But after watching the grand ceremony in Wujia Village today, I realize how wrong I was!"

"Yes, this is no longer superstition; it's a belief! A fundamental question about where we come from!"

"I've decided that when I go home for Chinese New Year this year, I'm going to go with my grandpa to the ancestral hall and properly kowtow to our ancestors! I used to think it was old-fashioned, but now I think it's the coolest thing ever!"

"That's right! We can't forget our roots! We can't let those thieves laugh at us!"

Seeing the direction of the comments, Su Qinghuan felt a sense of relief.

She knew that the young master had already achieved half of what he wanted to achieve.

Just then, the ceremony in the square moved on to the next stage.

Wu Jingzhi respectfully placed the scroll of the sacrificial text on a sandalwood tray in the center of the altar.

Then, he stepped back and loudly proclaimed again, "The time has come!"

"We offer this as a tribute: three kinds of sacrificial animals and five kinds of grains!"

As he finished speaking, the massive ceremonial orchestra once again began to play that solemn ancient music!

But this time, the music was different from the exciting and surging opening; it became more composed and profound.

As the music played, nine of the most robust and imposing guards from Wujia Village, who had been waiting at the foot of the steps, marched in unison onto the altar.

In their hands, they each carried three huge trays covered with red silk cloth.

Su Qinghuan immediately pointed the camera at the nine guards.

Speaking into the microphone in a deep voice, she explained, "Ladies and gentlemen, what we are about to begin is the third part of the ceremony: the offering of sacrificial animals and grains."

"The so-called 'three sacrificial animals' refers to the highest-level sacrificial offerings in ancient sacrifices, which usually refer to cattle, sheep, and pigs."

"However, the ritual records of Wujia Village show that the three sacrificial animals they used were not ordinary."

As Su Qinghuan explained, the nine guards had already reached the altar.

They placed the three golden trays they were holding steadily on the offering table.

Then, Wu Jingzhi personally stepped forward and peeled off the red silk cloths on the three trays one by one!

The moment the silk cloth was lifted, a collective gasp filled the live stream room once again!

What was displayed on the three enormous golden trays were not ordinary cows, sheep, or pigs at all!

On the first tray was an enormous, jet-black bull's head with two prominent horns! Although the bull's eyes had lost their luster, they still exuded an untamed wildness!

On the second tray was a huge tortoise with its carapace covered in natural Bagua (Eight Trigrams) patterns! The tortoise's limbs and head were still in an extended position, as if it might come to life at any moment!

On the third tray was a magnificent golden pheasant with feathers that shimmered with iridescent colors and a tail that stretched for several meters! It was curled up in the tray, like a sleeping phoenix!

"Black ox, spirit tortoise, and phoenix rooster!" Su Qinghuan's voice, tinged with awe, rang out in the live stream. "These are the three sacrificial animals used in the ancestral worship ceremony in Wu Family Village!"

"According to records, each of these three offerings is an auspicious omen that is extremely rare and hard to come by! Their value is far beyond what money can measure!"

The viewers in the live stream have become completely numb.

"I'm speechless, really. Using this kind of legendary mythical beast for ancestral worship? Does Wu Family Village have its own zoo?"

"That turtle really does have a Bagua diagram on its back! My God! How much would it be worth if it were alive?"

"Don't measure this with money! That's blasphemy against the gods! These three offerings represent the highest respect Wu Family Village has for its ancestors!"

After the offering of the three sacrificial animals, dozens of villagers carried plates made of white jade up to the altar.

The plate was filled with a variety of plump grains and tempting fruits.

"These are the five grains," Su Qinghuan continued, "They represent harvest and life."

Offering sacrifices of meat, grains, and vegetables to our ancestors is a way of hoping that they will bless their descendants with good weather, abundant harvests, a prosperous family, and an unbroken line of ancestral worship.

Su Qinghuan's explanation was insightful and easy to understand, giving all the viewers a deeper understanding of this ancient ceremony.

And just after all the offerings had been presented.

Wu You moved again.

He took small steps and walked to the bronze incense burner that was a meter tall.

Then, he took three sticks of "ambergris" that had been prepared beforehand from a tray that was respectfully held by a clan elder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin the most important and sacred part of the entire ceremony."

"Offer the first incense!"

"In traditional Chinese sacrificial rites, the first incense stick is called the 'first incense.' It represents the most sincere intentions and contains the most beautiful wishes."

"And today, our young master will personally light these three incense sticks to pay homage to Heaven and Earth, and to our ancestors!"

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