The soldiers guarding the altar made a strange sound, as if they were shouting, but also as if they were saying something.
This sound had a soothing power. After it spread out, the noisy crowd quickly quieted down.
An old man flew up into the air and stood in front of the altar, saying loudly, "The prayer ceremony is about to begin. Please keep quiet."
The crowd was very quiet, so his words were useless.
The old man didn't waste much time. After he finished speaking, he landed.
At this time, the originally clear sky seemed to have started to become hazy. Wisps of dark clouds appeared in the sky. Before long, they connected and covered the entire sky.
The gloomy sky seemed to be brewing a heavy rain, and there was a faint sound of thunder coming from far away.
Yang Xuan looked up at the sky with a strange look in his eyes. He whispered, "Is it going to rain?"
"No!" Hua Hong shook her head. "Before every prayer ceremony, the sky will be covered with dark clouds.
When God Cloud sends blessings, the dark clouds will break. This is a symbol. "
Yang Xuan nodded.
The wind started to blow. The wind blew across the white jade altar with a sweet fragrance, blowing Princess Ziyun's dress back. She looked like a fairy.
Princess Ziyun slowly raised her hands, as if she was holding something, and held her head high.
After about five or six minutes, another strange sound came out of her mouth, and it spread throughout the grassland.
The crowd began to kneel down. They devoutly prostrated themselves on the ground with their palms facing the sky, and began to chant along with the sound.
Of course, only the Heiyun people knelt down. Some of the foreigners knelt down, while some didn't.
Hua Hong had also knelt down. Yang Xuan had no choice but to squat beside her.
Yang Xuan didn't understand what Princess Ziyun was saying. He asked Hua Hong, "What is she saying?"
Hua Hong said in a low voice, "Princess Ziyun speaks the ancient language of Heiyun. Only the royal family can learn this language. Ordinary people can't learn it."
Yang Xuan was deep in thought. He suddenly remembered the ancient language of Sirius. Could it be that communicating with the God Cloud required the ancient language of Heiyun?
The wind grew stronger.
This gust of wind seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air, only moving around the altar. It blew Princess Ziyun's gauze dress tightly against her body, revealing her curvaceous figure.
At this moment, Hua Hong's entire body was prostrated on the ground. Her buttocks were raised high and round, making people unable to help but want to touch them.
However, such a solemn occasion was clearly inappropriate. Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head, dispelling this inappropriate idea.
The dark clouds in the sky began to roll, like the sea hanging upside down in the sky. From time to time, huge waves that were dozens of meters high would be set off. It was extremely terrifying.
This abnormal phenomenon was definitely not natural.
Yang Xuan keenly felt that, as Princess Ziyun prayed, there seemed to be some kind of power above the clouds gradually approaching.
That was naturally the power of the God Cloud.
The prayers continued, and the clouds rolled even more violently.
At a certain moment, a ray of light suddenly broke through the clouds. Like a long spear of light, it pierced towards Princess Ziyun.
In an instant, the wind stopped, and everything in the world fell into silence.
Bathed in the light, Princess Ziyun appeared infinitely holy and bright at this moment.
Everyone chanted the God Cloud in unison, with incomparable devotion.
Then, more rays of light broke through the clouds and fell on the altar. Each ray of light fell directly on a pillar.
There were a total of 19 rays, no more, no less.
The dark clouds began to disappear, and the sky regained its brightness. The milky white color seemed to have the power to frighten people.
Yang Xuan saw that, as the dark clouds disappeared, an invisible force fell on the entire plain, sneaking into the bodies of the believers, comforting their hearts and soothing their pain.
Some people were crying in pain, and some were chanting loudly.
Obviously, they felt the power of the God Cloud.
"Well, there is indeed something." Yang Xuan nodded.
He did not have the ability to borrow external forces to do good things for the believers.
If he were to do it, he could only store the God Cloud in his body and take it out to use, instead of directly borrowing it like Princess Ziyun.
The light continued. Yang Xuan noticed that not all believers could accept the baptism of the power of the God Cloud. It seemed that it had something to do with the individual's physique.
As for whether it was related to the devotion of the believers, Yang Xuan absolutely did not believe it.
However, Hua Hong, who was beside him, obviously did not receive the blessing of the God Cloud. There was not even a bit of God Cloud power around her, which made her look very lonely and uneasy. She prostrated herself even more devoutly, and her buttocks became rounder.
Yang Xuan laughed involuntarily, and secretly injected the power of the God Cloud into her body.
The last time he entered the space of the God Cloud, he took a lot of it.
Hua Hong's body trembled, obviously feeling the blessing of the "God Cloud". She was so excited that she could not control herself. She turned to Yang Xuan and said excitedly, "I received the blessing of the God Cloud, I received the blessing of the God Cloud."
"Congratulations." Yang Xuan said with a smile, his eyes glancing at Hua Hong's butt from time to time.
Hua Hong looked at Yang Xuan's eyes and realized that something was wrong. She glared at Yang Xuan a little angrily, but did not change her posture and continued to pray.
Yang Xuan laughed and no longer paid attention.
The whole prayer process lasted about an hour, during which Princess Ziyun recited a long prayer in the ancient language of the Black Cloud. Yang Xuan did not understand a single word.
However, he could guess that it must be an official language like praying for good weather. It was not worth mentioning.
At this point, the prayer before the God Cloud Grand Ceremony was over. After Princess Ziyun returned to the White Jade Palace, the crowd of believers began to leave in twos and threes.
Of course, those who received the blessing of the God Cloud were naturally elated, while those who did not were frowning.
Hua Hong seemed to be very happy, even jumping up and down like a little girl. Yang Xuan secretly wondered if he should inject more power of the God Cloud into her.
However, Hua Hong was not a cultivator. If she rashly received a large amount of power, it would only be bad and not good.
"Hey, what were you peeking at when I was praying?" Hua Hong jumped for a while, suddenly remembered something, and began to settle scores.
Yang Xuan was speechless, and laughed: "Nothing, the flower behind you is very beautiful."
"Who would believe you." Hua Hong snorted: "I think you must have deceived a lot of women."
It had to be said that Hua Hong's intuition was quite accurate. However, Yang Xuan naturally laughed.
Hua Hong did not get a response from Yang Xuan, so she suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan was forced to stop, and was puzzled by her stare. He asked: "What's wrong?"
Hua Hong smiled and ran away again, and said: "Actually, it's normal for an outstanding man like you to have a lot of women. I don't mind."
What was going on? Yang Xuan was completely confused. Who knew what was going on in this woman's mind?
Are you seducing me?
Yang Xuan was dumbfounded, and then slowly turned around and said: "You have been following me all the way, what's the matter?"
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