Su Jiu looked at Shen Li, his gaze revealing a gentle affection, as if seeing another person through him, "It wasn’t until over twenty years ago that I unexpectedly awakened from my slumber and met your father. He protected me for a long time and gave me beautiful memories... Of course, that’s all old history now. If you want to know more about your father, I’ll tell you slowly later."
Su Jiu withdrew from his memories and looked at Shen Tang, "Xiao Tang, did something happen to you guys? Why are you suddenly asking about the Blood Clan?"
Shen Tang then explained the situation to her briefly.
"...We want to find the Blood Clan’s ancestral land to see if we can locate a passage back to the Beast World Continent."
"I see," Su Jiu nodded, "Although I belong to the Blood Clan, I am also a descendant of the migrating Blood Clan, born in the Beast World. I don’t know much about the ancestors’ affairs, perhaps not much more than you do."
"The matters before the migration seem like untouchable secrets to the ancestors, with all records erased from history books. However..." her tone shifted as if she remembered something, "there’s an ancient song spread among the Blood Clan’s young, supposedly passed down by the ancestors. I wonder if it might be helpful to you."
Shen Tang thought it would be another fruitless attempt and was about to sigh in disappointment when he heard the latter part of Su Jiu’s words, reviving his spirits, "Please tell me, Aunt."
The older and more ancient the race, the harder it is for their heritage to be completely erased.
Even if one tries to cover it forcibly, there will surely be clues left behind.
Songs passed down through generations cannot be altered or destroyed by one side alone and may harbor information not recorded even in history books.
"Ah, this is all from so long ago, let me think it through properly."
Su Jiu closed her eyes and pressed her forehead, as if lost in some distant memory.
Her red lips gently parted, and she began to chant slowly.
"The yellow sand vast, wind hides the old homeland,
Moonlit white bones’ branches point in all directions.
Follow the spine of the sand boat,
Walk to the earth’s eye.
The stele half-buried in sand,
The eyes upon it hold no light.
Jasmine blooms beneath the stele,
The only white in the desert is home.
When the moon turns blood red,
The underground door will open.
Don’t look back, don’t speak aloud...
The slumbering old city dislikes brightness.
The child of blood and sand will eventually return,
To pick a white flower to wear on the lapel.
In a night without a moon, in the place where flowers bloom,
Return to the homeland, return to the homeland..."
The woman’s voice was melodious and enchanting, carrying an air of distant yearning and melancholy.
Shen Li and Shen Tang held their breath, their souls as if shaken and carried far, far away.
It wasn’t until Su Jiu finished singing that the two slowly returned to their senses.
Truly very beautiful, yet seemingly filled with deep melancholy, evoking an inexplicable wistfulness and bitterness deep in the heart.
Su Jiu explained, "This is a song of the Blood Clan, no one knows its name, but it sounds like a homesick tune. I heard the elders sing it when I was young, didn’t find anything special then. But now, thinking carefully, there seems to be some deep meaning in the words, perhaps it can help you."
Shen Tang asked Su Jiu to sing it several times, carefully writing down the lyrics.
"Maybe, this nursery rhyme really holds the clues we want."
"This song was likely created by the earliest migrating ancestors to commemorate their homeland," Shen Li said quietly, studying the recorded lyrics, "’The yellow sand vast, wind hides the old homeland,’ the real ancestral land of the Blood Clan should be in some desert-like environment."


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