The Houtu Village shaman elder turned around and floated slightly into the air. He swept his gaze over everyone in the ancestral shrine and said, "Shaman elders, welcome to my Houtu Great Village! Welcome to Houtu Village's rare Lamp Lighting Ceremony! As everyone knows, Houtu Village has not held a Lamp Lighting Ceremony for tens of thousands of years! If we followed the ancestral precepts, not a single one of Houtu Village's Ji Man could truly be called Ji Man! Mount Meng is the sacred mountain of our Twelve Great Gods, and the place where we descendants of the Great Gods multiplied and lived. For tens of millions of years, who knew how much wind and rain had battered Mount Meng, yet we stood firm upon its summit, never retreating a single step! To continue the bloodline of the Twelve Great Gods, we could not help but linger on our last breaths, could not help but panic, could not help but lose faith! Yet after all, we are descendants of the Great Gods. We cannot be equated with common mortals. The hands of the Great Gods have always borne us up! Though there has been no Lamp Lighting Ceremony, the Lamp Lighting Ceremony in our hearts has always existed! Though Houtu Village's Ji Man is not legitimate in name, in the hands of the Great Gods, she remains legitimate in name!"
"Now, by the decree of Great God Houtu and within the hands of the Great Gods, Houtu Village's Soul Falling Lamp has been restored. From this day onward, whenever a Ji Man is chosen, the Lamp Lighting Ceremony may once again be held! Houtu Village's Ji Man may once again carry out the decree of Great God Houtu openly and legitimately!"
As the shaman elder's words fell, the entire