Suddenly, there was another burst of melodious music by the lake, accompanied by a lightning-fast silver light. The light fell from mid-air and landed on a white boulder in the middle of the lake. Due to the speed, it was a little blurry at first, but it was not until the light and shadow completely stopped that the real form gradually appeared, and it turned out to be a silver-white figure.

At the same time, the surface of the lake was sparkling and microwaved, and in an instant, the pool of water had been purified. Although it was nighttime and far away from the trees, Mono could see those subtle changes clearly with his super visual ability. However, what surprised him the most was not the purified pool of water, but the figure standing on the white boulder in the middle of the lake, a person of awe-inspiring beauty.

He seems to have come from ancient times, with a mysterious and inviolable aura. Dressed in a silver-white robe, his demeanor was noble and elegant, his eyes were blue like jewels, with a slightly cold silver light, and his lips were almost transparent, seemingly detached, but there was no sense of alienation, and his body exuded a soft biological light.

If this is a grand festival, then he must be the most mysterious priest of the festival.

Above the priest's head, a "crown" floats, but it is very different from the crown worn by the kings of the world of Lepelian. Because it is not the kind of glittering crown made of gold and inlaid with gemstones, but a "crown" composed of dozens of small beads of different shapes. But they weren't really beads, because their dark yellow skin had a lot of vein-like pale green streamers.

So, Mono has every reason to believe them...... Oh no, it's them, they must be some kind of living thing!

At this moment, the priest's gaze in the lake suddenly and accurately fell to the direction where the demon was hiding, causing him to panic immediately. Although he was hiding behind the rocks, some distance from the lake through the dense bushes in front of him, he was still certain that the priest had discovered his presence. Without warning, the moment the priest looked over, he felt that his soul had been touched, and a powerful force suddenly surged up in his body, like a tumbling storm. Demon Ye almost lost control, and he never knew that there was such a force in his body that was enough to destroy everything. When he thought that his body was about to be torn apart by this uncontrollable force, the two eyes full of magic on the surface of the lake inadvertently retreated, and the restless power in his body immediately fell into a deep sleep, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Suddenly he lost his strength and sat down on the ground. Although it only happened in a short moment, it was like experiencing a thrilling life-and-death struggle, and it was still difficult to calm down. He couldn't help but glance at the child beside him worriedly, and seeing that the child was still safe and sound, without the slightest strange look on his face, Mono's overly nervous spirit was finally relieved a little. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and continued to peek at the festival that had just begun, full of confusion.

At this moment, the priest standing on the white boulder in the middle of the lake slowly stretched out a hand, and the small beads that had been floating above his head fell into his palm. Then the priest lifted his hand and scattered the beads again. But the beads did not fall immediately, but slowly drifted towards the shore of the lake. In the process of falling, the originally small beads began to expand gradually, as if they had absorbed a full breath. Half of the dozens of beads swelled to the point that it took almost three people to open their arms to wrap around them, and at the same time slowly floated down to the open space between the campfires by the lake, like a large drum painted with mysterious patterns, and the pale green streamers distributed on the drum body were clearly visible. The other half of the bead did not swell to that size, but was only larger than the open palm, shaped like a small drum, floating still above the big drum and not falling any further.

"Boom-"

Suddenly there was a strange drum beat on the shore of the lake, which did not seem at all like the timbre that could be heard in this world. Low and long, at first glance, it seems to be transmitted from a distant heaven into the heart, but after a closer look, it seems to be born from the heart and gradually ripples out of the body. The sound of the drum was not beaten, but trampled. Between the campfires on the shore of the lake, there were thirty topless dancers, who leaped up the moment the drum hit the ground, stood firmly on the drum surface, and at the same time caught the small drum floating above with their hands, and stomped the big drum under their feet with their naked feet.

The priest tilted his head slightly, slowly spread his arms, and the stone surface suddenly seemed to be sprinkled with silver moonlight. He danced barefoot, and with each step, a little light splashed under his feet. The dancers standing on the big drums around the lake also stepped on the big drums rhythmically, beating the small drums in their hands, and the festival officially began.

"Knock knock knock knock - knock knock - knock - "

The dancers step barefoot in the dance steps of the festival, sometimes soothing and weak, sometimes rapid and strong, the rhythm is continuous, and the momentum is like a rainbow. The profound sound of music seems to contain a strong vitality, which can penetrate everything and hit the soul, which is shocking.

At this moment, there was another melodious music, slowly inserted into the long drum sound. Like the sound of blowing leaves, it is very beautiful, but it is difficult to tell which direction it is coming from, and the clear melody shuttles back and forth in the deep and low drum sound, making the whole movement more mysterious and vivid.

Then, the rhythm of the music began to increase continuously, and the melody changed rapidly, as if only the sound of drums and blowing leaves was, but for some reason, it seemed to hear the resonance of all things in nature......

Just as Moye was fascinated by it, the music stopped abruptly!

At this time, the dancers on the drum began to spin, and the small drum in their hands was beaten again. The dancers spun high from the drum they were standing on, flew over the campfire on one side, and landed firmly on the other drum next to it. One after the other, they spun and leaped at the same time, landing again on the other side of the drum next to each other, and the cycle continued...... The continuous rotation and leap of the dance steps are coherent and graceful, gradually connecting into a round of floating shadows along the perimeter of the lake. As the speed increased, the color of the phantom slowly changed, eventually forming a ring of rainbow light.

The drums continue to sound in the dancers' powerful whirling dance steps, sometimes gently and calmly, like spring rain and winter snow, and sometimes majestic, like heaven and earth, mountains and rivers. The priest on the white boulder in the middle of the lake always maintains a simple dance move, but his every gesture is full of psychedelic beauty, as if to convey some kind of mysterious message.

With the dance of the sacred ritual, a low chant slowly sounded, the harmony of everyone on the shore of the lake. They were all tall and peaceful, with their palms folded on their chests, and their singing voices flowed from the depths of their souls. It is a mysterious and ethereal language, which is so melodious that it seems to blend all the harmonious and beautiful things in nature, like a trickle, like a warm sunshine, like a gentle breeze...... It seems to have a magical power that touches people's hearts and can soothe all their troubles.

Your strength is with us,

Grant us fearlessness.

This familiar melody,

It is a celebration of the beauty of the old place.

From ancient times to the future,

will never forget.

May this time be as it was in the past,

We are still bathed in your blessings.

Your love warms our souls,

We pass through all darkness by your light.

Thank you for lighting up the wisdom of life,

Grant us prosperity,

Endless......

The eternal ballad, the deep and distant melody, seems to be able to resound in the sky and reach every shining star. In the forest under the stars, the festival continues with reverberating reverberations until dawn, when the sun rises.

Although they sang in a language they had never heard before, and danced a dance that they had never seen before, Mono was deeply moved. He was shocked to realize that he was able to grasp the meaning of the dance steps and songs, but this fact only deepened his doubts and made him even more confused.

Soon, the unexpected things followed. The priest had known about his existence all along, perhaps from the moment they had just arrived at the top of the mountain. And it came to pass, that before the demons were basking in the afterglow of this mysterious ritual and had no time to come back to their senses, someone had already come and brought them to the awesome priest. As it turned out, his act of hiding behind rocks and bushes was actually pointless.