The huge foggy dragon broke through the sands chaotically circling in the sky and hovered around the altar at the fire pit. It seemed nothing could stop it.
At this moment, people on the altar also saw this white mist band that they had never seen before.
When the fog passed through the altar, everyone on the altar felt the freshness and coolness, as if it was winter. However, there was no such freshness even in the winter!
“What’s…that?!” Asked Mi Xu as she looked at the fog that had passed over them.
Yang Sui was still kneeling on the ground, but he kept looking up at the changes in the sky. Almost every second, the expression on Yang Sui changed a little.
He didn’t answer Mi Xu’s question, but his expression changed from surprise to crying. If it was a normal time, others must think that he was insane. But almost no one could regard the changes at this moment calmly.
With eyes staring at the sky, Yang Sui’s expression kept changing like the clouds. Yang Sui seemed to want to say something, but couldn’t find specific words and didn’t know how to say it. In the end, it only turned into a scream.
Feeling the sourness in his eyes, Yang Sui didn’t care about how others thought about it. Looking up at the sky, he only wanted to scream, which integrated all the emotions and all the words he wanted to say.
It was going to rain. Yang Sui had never been so excited and tearful because of the changes in the sky.
Could it be that the ancestors were moved? Or the Rain God showed mercy?
At the border of the Rain tribe.
Lei and Tuo had already entered the house, and only Shao Xuan stayed outside.
“Ah-Xuan, don’t stay outside!” Said Lei loudly as Shao Xuan hadn’t entered the house for a long time.
However, after waiting for a moment, they only heard Shao Xuan’s voice, “Come out!”
“Why?” Muttered Lei. However, since Shao Xuan asked, Lei and Tuo had to do the elder, who was even younger than them, a favor.
Lei and Tuo were reluctant to go out, but they were stunned after looking outside.
When they came out before, the wind and sand were all over the sky. However, after a short while when they hadn’t even finished drinking a glass of water in the house, the weather outside had changed.
Someone in another wooden house got curious after hearing the voice of Shao Xuan. He removed the window panel and wanted to know what the Flaming Horn tribe was doing outside. After he removed the window panel, he squinted as he thought the sand would blow into the house. After a while, he hadn’t felt any sand blowing in. On the contrary, when he looked out, there was no sand at all?!
“Ah–” Screamed someone.
Others also came out and looked at the changes outside.
The chaotic weather had changed and the yellow sand had disappeared. People could see the Rain tribe outside wooden houses. Although not that clear, it was much better than the situation before when they could not even see anything ten steps away clearly.
“Look, what’s that in the sky?” Qu Ce pointed to the sky above the Rain tribe and shouted.
Over the Rain tribe, a long white band, like an ancient behemoth, rotated from below, with the tail on the ground and the head in the sky. From the ground up, the long strip of the white band was getting wider and wider.
And in the sky, the chaotic sand disappeared, replaced by the clouds that were gradually accumulating. At the head of the white “behemoth”, it seemed to be the origin of the dark cloud, from where the rain clouds spread.
Like hordes of troops and horses with heavy armor, the flung clouds were extended to the surrounding with a mighty spur, bringing the tension far away.
“They did it.” Shao Xuan looked at the changes in the sky and said.
As soon as Shao Xuan’s voice had died away, someone made a row, “It’s impossible!”
However, looking at the changes in the sky now, it was indeed going to rain. If the sky was still filled with the chaotic yellow sand, they would never believe that the rain was coming. But in the current situation, they all felt that any rebuttal was pointless even if they wanted to refute.
Huang Ye and other seniors were all taking a serious look. They had joined this traveling team and began to contact the Rain tribe since they were young, and they also had experienced the rain tribe’s rain-praying ceremony, but nothing like this could give them such a shock.
The rain seemed to come soon?
In his brain, Shao Xuan looked back upon the Rain tribe’s totem in the “eggshell”, it was still flashing, and the water-dropping dots on the totem scrolled faster.
The surrounding moisture was getting heavier.
A drop of water, like a grain of rice, fell from the sky, and its volume was inconspicuous. However, under the gloomy sky, in the gaze of the eyes of the people, this drop of water was discovered.
It was different from the ordinary raindrops, with a little bright white, under the gloomy sky, it was just like the shining light of the creatures in the deep sea.
PLOP!
The raindrops slammed on the ground, making a soft bang.
Pitter-patter… pitter-patter…
More and more sounds emanated, getting denser.
When one looked up at the sky covered with thick rain clouds, they could see the white bright drops falling straight down, like a sloppy meteor.
It was just some raindrops at first, but very soon, these raindrops were like strings that went straight down.
The dusty ground was softened by the raindrops, and the dry clods became soft and muddy in the falling rain.
Shao Xuan raised his finger and dipped it in a rain-drop, licked it, then decisively took out the kettle that was almost empty, poured out the water inside to collect the rain. Because it was a thin narrow-mouthed bottle gourd, Shao Xuan found a leaf, washed it in the rain, then swirled it into a funnel and inserted it in the gourd-mouth to collect water. In addition to the gourd, there was also a water bag made of animal skin. This area was too dry, it rarely rained, so he had to collect enough water.
The water of the Rain tribe seemed to be extraordinary, maybe the water could help them later.
Seeing Shao Xuan’s behavior, Luo and Tuo followed without asking too many words.
The other people of the traveling team looked at each other and then turned to their tribe elders, who brought them out of the tribe. After the elders nodded, they all took out containers to collect rainwater.
While in the Rain tribe, all people were wild with joy.
In the rain curtain, people ran crazily on the muddy ground, screaming and roaring loudly. Just as what Yang Sui experienced, they didn’t know what to say now, but they just wanted to roar as if they completely lost their minds.
Original translation from wangmamaread.
The rain came down.
Praying for rain really succeed!
“The light drizzle, the mud covers the road.”
For how many years?
Among the dead, many people passed away with the pity that they never saw the described scene in the song during their lives.
While now, in the Rain tribe, all living people witnessed the scene.
How could they not be excited? Why wouldn’t they be overjoyed?
However, for He Chao, his mind was quite different from others’. What others felt was coolness, while what he felt was the piercing cold. A shiver sent down He Chao’s body and he wished to huddle up.
Apparently, Yang Sui turned around the situation and he may attain the height that no Shaman of the Rain tribe had achieved in the past many years. Thinking of his behavior, He Chao felt cold and bitter. The falling raindrops were like a heavy hammer that struck him again and again. It made him feel out of breath, so he gulped for air but was choked by rainwater.
On the altar, Yang Sui felt the rain, stood up, went to the altar edge and looked at the crazy people under it. At the moment, no one shouted “burn them to death” or complained about Yang Sui’s faults, let alone his unproven deception. They only believed in their eyes and the result. It was no doubt the rain was the best evidence. All stains, whether true or false, had been washed away in the rain.
It didn’t matter who first saw Yang Sui on the altar or who knelt down first, but the important thing was that it triggered a rapid chain effect. A large number of people knelt down on the muddy ground and worshipped piously toward the altar above the fire pit. This was a scene that had never happened in at least hundreds of years. Perhaps some Chiefs had been respected like this, but none of the Shaman. Over many years, Yang Sui became the first Shaman to receive such high-level respect.
What? The Chief wanted to replace the Shaman?
Disagreed! Wanted to replace the Shaman? Over our dead bodies!
Just as He Chao thought, in the future, Yang Sui could certainly achieve the height that their ancestors hadn’t achieved.
Behaviors of the people kneeling beneath the altar, including the senior members of the tribe and the new Chief Hang Mang, showed everything.
But looking down from the altar, Yang Sui’s excitement gradually calmed down.
They would not hesitate to throw Yang Sui into the fire pit, but they could also put Yang Sui on a pedestal.