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In the ancient legend of the barbarian tribe, Styx is a mysterious river that flows through the boundary between life and death, and the Ghost King is the supreme being who governs the cycle of life and death.
On this day, the wise one, the eldest elder of the barbarian tribe, will, according to tradition, reveal the inseparable connection between this legend and the upcoming ceremony to the sacrifice bride.
Night falls, stars twinkle, and the wise man's residence is lit up with flickering firelight, casting an orange glow on his face.
Zhang Jin sits across from the wise man, her eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Yun Yan and Han Che stood quietly to the side, their gaze occasionally falling on the face of the sage, and sometimes meeting with Zhang Jin, their eye contact filled with support and trust.
The sage cleared his throat, his weathered voice drifting through the night air with the evening breeze: "The story of Styx is ancient and has been passed down through every corner of our barbarian tribe since ancient times."
Zhang Jin nodded slightly, indicating the sage to continue.
A glint of reminiscence flashed in the sage's eyes as he slowly said, "Styx is a mysterious passage connecting the realms of the living and the dead. It is said that the Ghost King guards the end of this river, guiding the souls to their final destination."
Zhang Jin's brows furrowed slightly, her heart filled with doubt: "But how does this relate to the ritual?"
The wise man's gaze became profound, his fingers lightly playing with a dry branch next to the fire, as if searching for the right words: "The ritual is a kind of covenant, it is an agreement between us and the underworld. Every hundred years, we select a pure-hearted maiden as a sign of respect to the Ghost King, to ensure the peace of the tribe."
Yun Yan A hint of complex emotions flashed across her face, and her hand unconsciously reached for her neck, where she wore the talisman given to her by the tribal elder.
Han Che His gaze became more resolute, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if trying to uncover more secrets from the words of the wise.
The wise man continued, "This is not just a tradition, but also an exchange of power. The Ghost King has given us bountiful land and the courage of warriors, and in return, we offer the purest of souls."
Zhang Jin's hand tightened around her knee, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. "So, what about this woman? What is her fate?"
The wise man's face showed a hint of pity: "She will become the new bride of Styx, residing forever in the underworld, accompanied by the king of ghosts."
Yun Yan took a deep breath, feeling an indescribable emotion surging in her heart. This legend is not just a story; it relates to the future of the entire tribe.
Zhang Jin's eyes flashed with determination as she said softly, "If this is for the peace of the tribe, I am willing."
Han Che tightly held Zhang Jin's shoulder, his voice carrying an unmistakable determination, "We will find another way, and we will never let you face this alone."
The wise person looked at them, a hint of satisfaction flashing in their eyes: "Your courage and determination are the most precious wealth of our barbarian tribe."
Zhang Jin stood up, her eyes firm and clear: "Then, let's find the answer together, a way that can protect women without defying tradition."
The wise man nodded, his voice carrying a hint of certainty: "I believe that as long as there is love in the heart, nothing is impossible."
As the night grew darker, the firelight and starlight intertwined to create mysterious scenes all around.
The figures of Zhang Jin, Yun Yan, and Han Che appeared particularly resolute in the firelight.
This journey will be filled with unknowns and dangers, but as long as they stand united, nothing can stop them.
The words of the wise are like whispers in the night breeze, echoing long in their hearts.
The legend of Styx is not just a story, it is a belief of a community, the soul of a tribe.
The morning light in the village rises slowly from behind the distant mountains like a new hope, casting the first rays of sunlight onto the land of this ancient tribe.
On this day, it is the once-in-a-century sacrifice ritual of the barbarian tribe, and the atmosphere of the entire tribe is unusually solemn, with everyone's face showing reverence for their ancestors.
In the center of the village, under an ancient sacred tree, the elders sit in a circle, their faces bearing the marks of time, with a glint of wisdom in their eyes.
The most respected elder, a white-haired old man, stood in front of the sacred tree, preparing to recount the prophecy that has been passed down in the tribe for a hundred years.
On this Yun Yan, a petite young woman with a hint of innocence on her face will become the key figure in this prophecy.
Her eyes carried a hint of tension, but more so, determination. She knew the role she was about to play was crucial for the entire tribe.
Zhang Jin stood in the crowd, her gaze occasionally falling on Yun Yan, her heart filled with complex emotions.
She has only been in this place for a year, but she has already formed a deep connection with the land and its people.
In her heart, there is both sympathy for the impending fate of the Yun Yan and curiosity about this mysterious ritual.
Han Che, the Young tribal leader of the tribe, stood by Zhang Jin, with a determined look in his eyes, exuding a leadership aura.
He knew that today's ceremony was an important test for the tribe and a test of his leadership abilities.
The voice of the elder was deep and powerful, each word sounding as if it came from ancient times, carrying a sacred force:
"Descendants of the barbarian tribe, today, we will witness the once-in-a-century sacrifice ritual. According to the prophecy of our ancestors, the chosen sacrifice, the bride, will lead us into a new era. Yun Yan, you are the chosen one, and your destiny will be closely linked to the entire tribe."
Yun Yan Slowly walking forward, her steps are steady, despite facing an unknown fate, her eyes show no sign of retreat.
Her face is adorned with sacred symbols, a blessing from the tribe and a promise to the ancestors.
Zhang Jin Looking at all this, an inexplicable emotion rose in her heart. She stepped forward, gently took Yun Yan's hand, and whispered, "Are you really ready, Yun Yan?"
Yun Yan turned around, smiled slightly, with the innocence of a young girl and the courage of a bride-to-be sacrifice: "Zhang Jin, I am the daughter of the barbarian tribe, this is my responsibility. I am not afraid."
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