The sacrificial ceremony was quickly prepared.

Because of the great importance of the matter, Ying Zheng entrusted Xiaoyao with the entire authority to carry out this sacrificial ceremony.

Xiaoyao personally oversaw both the sacrificial procedures and the offerings, fearing that even the slightest mistake might occur.

But these things were a piece of cake for him, the great mage.

The book contains detailed records of the sacrifices to the rain god; with him overseeing things, there will certainly be no mistakes.

Soon, everything was ready.

Xiaoyao walked up to the altar and carefully examined the offerings again, making sure they matched the descriptions in the book.

Ying Zheng stood on one side, with Consort Shu beside him, and behind them stood the officials.

Everyone attached great importance to this sacrificial ceremony.

As for Ying Ziyu, he had been traveling all the way from Xianyang to Guanzhong and was fast asleep in the carriage.

However, Ying Zheng did not dare to be careless. Although the little guy was asleep, he still sent two Black Ice Guards to keep watch over him.

As the ceremony began, Xiaoyao stood on the altar, turning prayer beads in one hand and bowing with the other, chanting incantations while devoutly kowtowing, conducting an unprecedentedly solemn ceremony.

He has cultivated for many years and possesses a certain amount of spiritual power. If he uses his cultivation properly, he can communicate with the Heavenly Dao.

Even if it's just a tiny bit, as long as the message gets out, it might indeed prompt the gods to take action.

Consort Shu stood below, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her expression somewhat worried.

It's not just because she's going to be punished, but also because it concerns the fate of the Qin Dynasty, the Qin royal family, and His Majesty.

If the sacrifice fails, not only will the people of the entire Qin Dynasty face famine, but even Ying Zheng, who supports her, will likely face criticism.

As if sensing Consort Shu's emotions, Ying Zheng patted her back, "Don't worry too much."

With me here.

Consort Shu nodded, her unease subsiding.

While the sacrificial ceremony was underway, no one noticed that the carriage where the little guy had been sleeping was now completely empty.

"Rain God, please send raindrops to save the world!"

Xiaoyao knelt in devout worship, his voice loud and clear.

A monk's robe fluttered in the wind, and the gaunt figure exuded mystery.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng and the others also knelt down in devout worship.

"Rain God, please send raindrops to save the world!"

"Rain God, please send raindrops to save the world!"

"Rain God, please send raindrops to save the world!"

As everyone bowed their heads and prostrated themselves on the ground, a thunderbolt suddenly struck down from the sky.

A deafening roar shook the heavens, its power so great it seemed poised to destroy the entire world.

Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, his gaze fixed on the altar in horror, "The Rain God... is enraged?!"

"How could this be? The offerings and sacrificial procedures were all done according to the records, so why is it that not only has it not rained, but the rain god is also angry?"

Xiaoyao was completely baffled.

Below, Ying Zheng and the others stood up, their faces all very solemn.

Li Si's expression was complicated. "The sacrifice has failed."

Although he didn't really believe that a ritual could bring rain, deep down he still held onto a sliver of hope.

If only it could rain, anything would do, as long as it could save the Qin Dynasty from its dire straits.

But reality dealt him a cruel blow.

Feng Quji's eyes were icy cold. "I've said it before, it's useless to place your hopes on such a vague thing!"

He looked at Consort Shu, "Your Majesty, are you prepared to take responsibility for wasting the golden time to save Qin?"

Consort Shu lowered her head slightly, but her gaze was resolute. "If you're willing to bet, you must accept defeat!"

Ying Zheng's eyes turned cold. "So Heaven is indeed unwilling to help Great Qin?"

"What's going on?!"

Just as everyone was feeling disappointed, Xiaoyao's exclamation rang out.

Everyone was taken aback and looked towards the altar.

A baby was seen climbing onto the altar.

The offerings of pig's head, fruit, and other items that had been prepared had all disappeared.

Instead, some snacks were served.

Xiaoyao looked puzzled. "Snow pear cake? Honey cake? How did the offerings change to these?"

Consort Shu also looked puzzled, "Why is Yu'er there?"

The little guy sat on the altar, panting heavily.

[I'm exhausted. I'm still like a baby who hasn't been weaned, and they made me change so many things all by myself!]

But there's nothing we can do about it; Xiaoyu only likes desserts.

[You haven't offered sacrifices to the deceased in so long, and when you finally come, you still don't like it. How could it possibly rain?]

Ying Zheng was taken aback.

Was the offering wrong?

That's not right!

Xiaoyao is well-versed in books related to sacrificial rites and must know the offerings inside and out, so he would never make a mistake.

After the offerings were changed, the little guy looked up at the sky and started babbling.

[Little Rain, everything's ready, isn't it going to rain soon?]

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder sounded, but it was much softer than the first.

It didn't seem like rage, but rather like a response.

Upon hearing the name Thor, the little guy's face immediately fell.

[Fine! I've given you everything, and you still won't let it rain!]

These are things I usually can't bear to eat!

[Let me tell you! If you take the goods and then try to deny it...]

【I!】

But I'll beat you up!

The little guy pointed to the sky with one finger and made "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.

Looking at the little guy's appearance, Xiaoyao didn't know what he was shouting, but he could tell that the little guy was very angry.

Xiaoyao was puzzled, "What could possibly make a baby as young as you so angry?"

Just as the little guy finished speaking...

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, dark clouds gathered as if by prior arrangement, and a strong wind howled.

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