Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 288 part 2

Chapter 288 – Praying For Rain (5) (Part 2)

Hang Mang’s eyes flashed and he looked at the several old men a few steps away. Among them, some were their supporters and some were neutrals. Who he was worried about were those neutrals.

Fortunately, those people were quite disappointed when Yang Sui failed to pray for rain. Therefore, Hang Mang couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth and said loudly, “As Yang Sui has offended the ancestors and gods, violated the ancestors’ intentions and provoked the Rain God, he will no longer be the Shaman of our tribe!”

Hang Mang and He Chao looked around and found that people who had opposed them before became silent.

After the words of Hang Mang, He Chao suppressed excitement in his heart and shouted, “Prepare firewood!”

People who had been waiting there, carried bundles of firewood and hay, which were placed around the altar.

People on the altar knew what was happening below very clearly.

Hearing the noise of gradually approaching firewood, Yang Sui said in a voice that everyone on the high platform could hear, “Sorry!”

Under the altar, He Chao, who was the most likely to take over the position of the Shaman after Yang Sui was dismissed, took the torch in person and walked to the side of the altar to ignite the firewood around the altar.

“Burn them to death!”

“Burn all of them to death!”

“People who disregard the ancestors and provoke the Rain God should be burnt to death!”

Hearing what people said, Yang Sui closed his eyes and waited for death with everyone. Though the ceremony failed, he had spent almost all his energy on it, and thus he only felt exhausted, desperate and sad now.

Suddenly, Yang Sui’s body trembled and his closed eyes opened suddenly, showing incredulity. Again he felt it carefully. Indeed! Inner flame! It was the sign of the inner flame!

Underneath the altar, the people who had been shouting “burn them to death” also noticed something different, especially those near the fire pit.

They were very familiar with the power since they always felt it at the annual big sacrifice. However, it wasn’t the time for a big sacrifice, and compared with a big sacrifice, the present situation wasn’t exactly the same.

The surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly.

Through the erected firewood, they could see that the fire in the fire pit had changed its color again. It lightened and turned translucent at last.

“This… this is…”

The blowing wind and sand around the fire pit seemed to disappear gradually, and the field of vision became much clearer.

An old man with calloused hands and cracked skin snapped his fingers, felt the wetness on them, and then looked up at the fire pit. Looking at the altar built above the fire pit, an idea suddenly struck him and it changed his blank expression into a shocked one. He shouted, “Fire! Put out the fire! Remove the firewood!” He was so excited that his voice cracked. The old man rushed to the altar and disregarding the burning firewood, he waved his arms and kicked away all the firewood that had been placed over there earlier.

Hang Mang felt a bursting chill in his mind, trembled with shock, rushed toward there as fast as he could and removed the firewood, together with the old man. Others also began to react to his action and though they didn’t know what happened on earth, they just followed the order.

People who stood farther away could not see what was going on around the fire pit, but they guessed what happened by listening to the movement. Though they couldn’t see it clearly, they could feel the familiar power from the inner flame.

From the fire pit, the white and bright flames rose. Starting from the top, it turned into a white mist, rushing out of the fire pit like a Dragon rushing out of the water.

The surrounding temperature became lower than before.

The firewood that had not been kicked away was extinguished instantly when it was swept by the mist.

Yang Sui couldn’t figure out what was going on underneath. He didn’t get up, just looked up at the sky. Then, his original stiff expression melted away, and it was replaced with delight and surprise.

It seemed to rain finally…

Underneath, like a long dragon, the rising white mist was hovering around the fire pit and then its range was wider and wider as its body grew. The people standing near the fire pit couldn’t help but step back hurriedly.

They were not sure what such a change meant, but the speculation, which was unbelievable even for themselves, had risen in their mind.

As the misty dragon spiraled, the places it passed, including the piles to build the altar and the piles that had not been ignited or had been extinguished, were all covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The misty dragon was still expanding rapidly, and within the range around the fire pit, the feeling of chaos caused by sand and dust was also rapidly disappearing.

Taking a deep breath, everyone present could feel a refreshing coolness without the smell of sand. It felt like the whole person was being poured with a bucket of ice water.

Because of such a change, other people of the Rain tribe were shocked. They didn’t know what was happening, neither knew how to react now, and the Chief didn’t say anything.

“Did the… praying for rain ceremony… succeed?” Someone asked the people around.

Others wanted to refute because of their previous experiences, but after seeing the scene over there, they also closed their mouths.