Who Do the Luan Dance, Feathers and Orioles Treat?

The doomsday catastrophe has come to an end, and the battlefield of the century has ushered in long-lasting good news. After the rampant ferocious beasts of ancient times were put to an end amidst the tragic sound of the horns, the scorched earth exuded a vitality that had not been seen in a hundred years. But I am afraid that the land under my feet will never be green again. Miasma, sulfur, and gunpowder smoke are accompanied by hymns sung by people drifting from the mainland. They cheer and pray for the liberation of the earth. The sky casts beautiful lights due to blessings, and declares the sovereignty of freedom in the humming song.