"Souls returning, souls returning..."
Lu Yuanming never used to understand what such moaning meant; he simply felt it was awkward and artificial, even despising it during his junior and senior high school years.
Why can't we speak normally? Must we call to the souls like this? It's just too pretentious.
But now Lu Yuanming knew that it was sincere emotion, unable to be expressed in words, which is why it was voiced in this chanting manner.
Tomorrow, the Unified Human Government would conduct the human race's ritual sacrifice; this was neither a national nor a public ceremony, but a sacrifice made by the human race for the one million and five hundred thousand Heroic Spirits.