In front of the gate, Xue Xi and Rock Axe fell into an eerie silence at the same time. Xue Xi's mouth twitched as she looked at Rock Axe, who was already ashen-faced and now seemed even more gloomy. "Venerable Snow King just doesn't like crowds. I only brought it up in passing, so don't take it to heart."
Rock Axe sighed toward the heavens. "Alas, Your Highness Xue Xi, there's no need to comfort me. I know what Ancestor Worship Year is like every time. Venerable Snow King has a point, too. Let's go inside and discuss it at length."
That afternoon, at Golden Axe's estate, Xue Xi listened as Rock Axe recounted countless failed attempts at Ancestor Worship Year. In general, because Human Territory was so vast, customs varied greatly from one starfield—or even one planet—to the next. A festival celebrated by the entire race simply wasn't practical.
So Ancestor Worship Year was limited to Chaos City. However, most of those able to settle in Chaos City were King-level Immortals or higher, and they sometimes spent several eras in seclusion. As a result, each year, whoever could make it would show up. Once there, they treated it like a small gathering, eating, drinking, and chatting until the time passed. At most, they invited a few female cultivators who could sing and dance to perform one or two dances, then called it a day.
Xue Xi couldn't help sighing. Once people had endless lifespans, they really didn't care much about such activities. They saw little meaning or benefit in them. They'd be better off creating a few more secret techniques.
Of course, the fact that the Original Universe Will had erased all mention of the Original Ancestor's deeds was also a major factor. Later generations didn't even know whom