This also gave Duke of Zhou the symbolic meanings of "becoming a sage through dreams" and "the god within dreams."
"Doctor Qu, I'll have to trouble you with protecting the ritual."
Lin Chen cupped his hands toward Qu Yuan, who stood to one side.
"Next, I'll have to ask Qu Zi to help summon the soul and call back the divinity of Duke of Zhou, who cultivated both shamanism and Confucianism!"
Qu Yuan nodded. He untied the longsword at his waist and lightly tapped its spine, producing a clear cry like a dragon's roar.
He began chanting that ancient and mysterious Soul Summoning:
"魂兮归来! Return, O soul! Leave your lord's constant dwelling—why linger in the four directions..."
As Qu Yuan's desolate and sorrowful Chu song rang out,
the starlight in the room began to twist, as if an invisible veil had been lifted.
The originally cold and clear Star Gazing Room slowly transformed into a bizarre and dazzling dreamlike sea of stars.
Star power no longer showered down. Instead, it poured into Lu Wenshu's spiritual platform like flowing water.
Lu Wenshu, deep in slumber, slightly furrowed his brow and muttered a few indistinct words in his sleep.
It was the tremor caused by spiritual awareness merging with star power vast as the sea.
Seeing that the time was right, Lin Chen immediately took out a specially made talisman brush and drew in the air.
He began visualizing the deeds of Duke of Zhou's life, weaving those fragments of history into an incantation to summon the god:
"One year to save the realm from chaos, two years to conquer Yin.
He inherited King Wu's final will and assisted the young King Cheng in governing.
Using the fiefs to shield Zhou, divining the capital and establishing the cauldrons, creating rites and music—the