"At first, the merciless Ancient Ones created this universe."
"As time passed, those Ancient Ones vanished because of civil war. They entrusted the universe to their greedy and wicked eldest children. The eldest children of the gods were shameless and avaricious; they took from the universe, yet never gave anything back."
"Those born later, who never had the chance to behold the ancient gods, became the slaves of these new gods."
"Across the vast cosmos and its myriad worlds, the Savior Devil King could not abide the gods' crimes. Thus he raised the banner of righteousness, established the Devil Realm, and overturned the order of the new gods."
"Great, oh great, Savior Devil King..."
This was the hymn of this world—at least, when sung in the common language, it truly possessed a rhythm carried by sound waves.
On the "dark side" of this Greater Celestial Circuit, all the Soapfolk of Ge Tianzong Village had gathered in the square, seated upon the ground. They formed a circular formation around the plaza—nearly every sect-like structure had a square like this. Whether it was for the sect master to summon disciples for a speech or for something else, it was probably a universal design.
The council of elders, Sacred Flame included, floated in the air in a ring, chanting serenely.
Wang Qi really wanted to tell them that there was actually a raised platform at the southernmost end of the square. But after examining it closely, he realized that the builders of Ge Tianzong might have been even smaller than he had imagined. That so-called "raised platform" was merely a few steps slightly higher than the rest in the Soapfolk's eyes. It could not serve the purpose of a platform at all.
To Wang Qi, this sort of "let's all sing together" routine