Above the totem of the Rain tribe was an arc. Under the arc, there were rain-like dots. Shao Xuan counted, there were eight dots. Around the totem, there were some fog-like things flowing around it.
When the totem of the Drumming tribe appeared in this "eggshell", Shao Xuan was very surprised. Now, the totem of the Rain tribe also appeared.
The compatibility was good. Shao Xuan thought.
Although the totem that appeared was not as big as the one of the Yanjiao tribe in the middle, nor was it as bright as the one of the Yanjiao tribe, it did exist here, and it was still flashing.
The totem of the Rain tribe was not the same red color as the one of the Yanjiao tribe. Instead, it was similar to the one of the Drumming tribe, white and translucent, like liquid.
Shao Xuan observed the flashing totem of the Rain tribe. He mobilized the power of inheritance and wanted to observe the totem of this foreign tribe closely.
The blue flame separated from the bottom of the flames around the Yanjiao totem and reached out to the much smaller totem of the Rain tribe.
It was reasonable to say that the totem of different tribes should repel each other. But here, it was not so. The blue flame separated from the totem of the Rain tribe easily touched it.
At the moment of contact, Shao Xuan felt that the totem of the Rain tribe trembled, and the eight dots also moved. Shao Xuan was curious. The eight dots looked more like drops of liquid suspended in the air.
A bright liquid drop fell from the totem of the Rain tribe. Shao Xuan stared at the drop point, intending to see where it would fall. Unexpectedly, the drop just fell a little. After it went beyond the totem of the Rain tribe, it turned into mist and merged with the mist around the totem of the Rain tribe. Looking at the totem again, the gap where it originally fell had been filled, and a drop of the same liquid appeared there.
And this was just the beginning. As if the starting switch was pressed, the dots on the totem of the Rain tribe gradually began to fall like the previous one, turning into mist and forming again.
From one drop at the beginning, two drops, until eight drops, all began to move and rotate, looking like it was raining constantly.
Somehow, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered what Yang Sui had told him about the fire seed of the Rain tribe.
Yang Sui said that there was a problem with the fire seed of the Rain tribe. Except for the time of the big sacrifice at the beginning of each year, it was difficult to wake it up at other times. This was also the reason why praying for rain had always failed.
But now, Shao Xuan felt that this moving totem was like gradually waking up from a deep sleep.
Shao Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He felt a powerful force from the outside world.
Out of the sea of consciousness, Shao Xuan looked to the side.
Although the room was dark because of the weather, Shao Xuan could still see the reaction of Lei and Tuo. The two who were resting stood up and looked in the direction of the Rain tribe.
"What's going on?!"
"Why is there such a strong totem power?"
Feeling the sudden rejection of the totem of a different tribe, Lei and Tuo opened the door and went out.
Outside, the wind and sand were blowing, more so than the previous two days. Lei's messy hair was blown up by the wind, and his eyes narrowed into slits because of the sand and dust. They could clearly smell the wind and sand between their breaths.
The sky and the surroundings were full of yellow sand and dust. The visibility was very low. It was hard to see this row of wooden houses, let alone the farther place of the Rain tribe.
They wanted to see what was going on over there, but all they could see was a piece of turbid yellow sand.
Shao Xuan covered his face slightly with his hand to block the sand and dust blowing directly. He listened carefully to the sound over there. It was a little noisy and there were too many people. He didn't know what was going on over there. But he could clearly feel the gradually increasing totem power in that direction.
Not only Shao Xuan, but other people in the team also came out, but found that there was nothing around them. The wind and sand were still strong. They complained and went back to the house.
"What do you think is going on over there? Is praying for rain so loud? "Someone asked.
"I don't know what praying for rain is like. Anyway, it certainly won't rain."
"Don't worry about that. I just hope the weather will get better soon so we can leave."
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In the Rain tribe, on the altar built by the fire pit, Yang Sui and others had finished praying for rain. Finally, everyone knelt down and kowtowed on the wooden board full of sand with their foreheads on the ground. They didn't get up.
Yang Sui and others who knelt down were the same. They were silent, waiting for death. From the moment they stepped on the high platform, they didn't intend to go down again.
The wooden nut bell was tied with a rope, swaying in the wind and making a clicking sound. It sounded like a shower, but it was just "like", not real.
The ceremony was over, and the music and dance stopped. Under the altar, the kneeling people got up. Some people were disappointed. Although they had failed for many years, they still held a little hope every time, hoping that rain would really come. Some people had been used to this situation every year, with numbness on their faces. As for the others, they were overjoyed. For example, He Chao, who had competed with Yang Sui for the position of the shaman.
He Chao looked at the chief Hang Mang in front of him, took two steps forward and whispered, "It's OK."
Hang Mang's eyes flashed, and he looked at the old men a few steps away. Among them, there were their supporters and some neutrals. He was worried about those neutrals.
Fortunately, the failure of praying for rain didn't cover the disappointment on those people's faces. Seeing this, Hang Mang couldn't help but smile and said loudly, "Because Yang Sui deceived the ancestors, violated the ancestors' will, and angered the Rain God, from today on, he will no longer be the shaman of the tribe!"
Hang Mang and He Chao looked around. Those who had opposed them before were now silent. Very good.
After Hang Mang's words, He Chao suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted, "Set up the firewood!"
The people who had been waiting there carried bundles of firewood and withered grass and placed them around the high platform, all the way up to the high platform.
The people on the high platform heard the movement below clearly.
With the movement of the firewood gradually approaching, Yang Sui said in a voice that could be heard by everyone on the high platform, "I'm sorry!"
Under the platform, He Chao, who was most likely to take over the position of the shaman after Yang Sui, walked to the high platform with a lit torch and lit all the firewood around the high platform.
"Burn them to death!"
"Burn them to death, burn them to death!"
"Those who violated the ancestors and angered the Rain God should be burned to death!"
Listening to the curses below, Yang Sui closed his eyes and waited for death with the others. The failure of praying for rain almost consumed all his energy. Exhaustion, despair, and sorrow.
Suddenly, Yang Sui's body trembled, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, full of disbelief. He felt it carefully and found it was right! Fire Seed! It was the fire seed!
Below, the people who had been shouting "burn them to death" also felt something wrong, especially those who were close to the fire pit.
They were so familiar with this kind of power. Every year during the Grand Sacrifice, they would have this kind of feeling. However, now was not the time for the Grand Sacrifice, and the situation was different compared with the Grand Sacrifice.
The surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly.
Through the firewood, they saw that the color of the fire in the fire pit changed again. It became lighter and became white and translucent.
"This … this is …"
The wind and sand around the fire pit seemed to disappear gradually, and the vision became clearer.
An old man, whose palms were full of calluses and cracked skin, rubbed his fingers and felt the little bit of moisture on his fingers. He raised his eyes to the fire pit and then looked at the high platform built above the fire pit. Thinking of something, his originally confused expression turned into shock. He shouted loudly, "Extinguish the fire! Put out the fire! Go away! "Because he was too excited, his voice was a little hoarse. He ran to the high platform, and regardless of the burning firewood, he waved his arms and kicked off all the firewood on the platform.
Hang Mang only felt a chill rushing to his head. He was so shocked that he almost rushed to the platform as fast as he could and kicked away the firewood with the old man. The others also reacted. No matter what happened, they just needed to follow the old man.
Those who were far away couldn't see the situation around the fire pit clearly, and they could only guess what had happened by listening to the movement. Although they couldn't see clearly, they could feel the familiar power from the fire seed.
In the fire pit, the white and translucent flame rose. Starting from the top, it turned into a white mist and rushed out of the fire pit like a dragon out of the water.
The surrounding temperature dropped even lower.
The firewood that had not been kicked away was extinguished the moment it was swept by the mist.
Yang Sui couldn't see what was happening below, and he didn't get up. He just looked up at the sky. Then, his face, which was as stiff as a stone, cracked, and his expression was both happy and surprised.
It seemed that the sky was going to rain …
Below, around the fire pit, the white mist was like a long dragon. At first, it just hovered around the fire pit, and then as its body grew bigger, the hovering range became wider and wider. People standing near the fire pit couldn't help but step back.
They weren't sure what such a change meant, but there was a faint guess in their hearts, a guess that even they couldn't believe.
With the hovering of the mist dragon, wherever it passed, the piles on the high platform and the piles of unlit or extinguished firewood seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
The mist dragon was still expanding rapidly, and within a range outside the fire pit, the sense of chaos caused by the sand and dust was quickly disappearing.
Taking a deep breath, people could feel a refreshing coolness. There was no smell of sand and dust, which made people feel shocked, as if they had been poured a bucket of ice water.
Because of such a change, the other people of the Rain tribe were stunned. They didn't know what it meant, nor did they know how to react now. The chief didn't say anything.
"Is … Is … Praying for rain … successful?" Someone stammered and asked the people around him.
Others wanted to refute because of their previous experience, but after seeing the scene over there, they closed their mouths tightly.
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