Before Chen Xi could even figure it out, a desolate sound of the horn suddenly resounded from the ancient altar that floated beneath the sky, and it reverberated through the world.

The rumbling of the horn seemed like it had come from the ancient times. It was desolate, solemn, divine, and like an eternal verse of history that spoke about the ancient and dazzling past.

For a time, the heavens and the earth were covered in a solemn and sincere atmosphere. The thousands of clansmen from the Chen Clan bowed in unison, and they offered up worship towards the divine flame that flickered at the center of the altar.

The ancient ceremony they performed, the solemn atmosphere, and the grand scene before him caused Chen Xi to be unable to avoid feeling shocked.

This was the Chen Clan’s Ancestral Worship Ceremony. It was held every 10,000 years, and they prayed for the souls of their ancestors and the eternal inheritance of their clan!

However, along with the passage of time, Chen Xi gradually started to feel bored because what he heard from the direction of the altar were rules and teachings of the Chen Clan’s ancestors, and it was impossible for such things to move Chen Xi in the slightest.

After all, in the end, Chen Xi was an outsider to the Chen Clan, so he was naturally unable to understand...