Red ribbons hang from the eaves on both sides of the street, dancing in the wind as the summer breeze blows.
Wearing a sunhat, Loran Hill followed the crowd forward and slowly entered the center of the venue.
In the empty area of the city, the stone platform that was deserted in the past was carefully decorated. Tens of thousands of people gathered under the three-step stone platform, looking up slightly and watching the scene above.
The entire stone platform was a vast circle, surrounded by a circle of white-robed priests. They stood silently, holding jade tablets and silver bells, their faces covered with translucent veils. The edges of their white veils were dyed a gradient of orange and red, creating a beautiful, refreshing effect, like crimson flames in water, simultaneously evoking a sense of both fiery energy and coolness.
As the silver bells around swayed slightly, waves of crisp sounds washed over the earth, gradually quieting the noisy sounds in the city.
At this moment, everyone's gaze converged on the center of the stone platform, where a shrine maiden stood quietly, her eyes slightly closed. Her long, orange-red hair resembled the rosy glow of the sky, and her figure and face were incredibly gentle. Her dress resembled the ethereal clouds of the sunset, graceful and flowing, exuding an indescribable grandeur and splendor.
As he slowly raised his right hand, his sleeve slid down slightly, revealing his white wrist and a small silver bracelet. The silver bell on the bracelet swayed slightly, making a crisp sound like water ripples.
The sound spread out from the center of the altar like ripples, spreading in all directions. For a moment, the wind in the city stopped, and the red ribbons under the eaves also drooped, and the city fell into a brief silence.
Time passed slowly, and tens of thousands of people below and nearly one million people in the city temporarily stopped what they were doing, slowly raised their heads and looked at the sky above their heads.
The wind seemed to come back from all directions, blowing the clouds in the sky into disarray and then converging towards the center.
A vortex formed by flowing clouds gradually took shape in the sky of Yanyu Continent, and then endless hot winds blew across the fields and mountains.
Loran Hill stood at the scene like everyone else. The hot wind carrying the breath of dragon veins blew up her sleeves slightly, making her feel like she was in a comfortable hot spring, and she relaxed unconsciously.
Feeling the gentle summer breeze that slowly swept across hundreds and thousands of miles, Loran Hill was also shocked.
Is this the power of dragon veins? No wonder people in the East Continent admire and yearn for it so much.
The witch in the center, dressed in a rosy-colored dress, danced slowly, and the golden beads on her hairpin swayed gently, flickering in the summer breeze along with her figure, reflecting a faint golden light.
The originally silent and obscure power of the dragon veins of the mountains and rivers danced with it and slowly flowed, like solid ice melting and turning into warm living water.
Immense celestial energy emanated from the dragon veins, dispersing into the atmosphere. It carried with the summer breeze through the mountains, nourishing all sorts of creatures. Some were insects lurking underground, some were extraordinary beasts dwelling in the mountains, some were hidden treasures and exotic flowers, and some were the people who lived on this land.
Loran Hill quietly closed her eyes, feeling the flow of the dragon vein. It was as if she were at the bottom of an immense river. She felt insignificant beneath the surging might of heaven and earth, like a grain of sand drifting with the current. And now, like the grain of sand, her consciousness merged into this vast river, drifting through the vastness of heaven and earth.
The images of Yanyu Continent, with its rolling mountains, green and yellow plains, layers of crimson forests, the quietly flowing underground rivers, the exotic beasts that inhabited the woods and lakes, and the flocks of birds flying across the distant sky, all emerged vividly in her mind. Furthermore, she could even feel the rough surface of the rocks baked by the scorching sun, the cool shade of the mountain trees, the clear spring water, the sounds of people talking, the breathing of the exotic beasts sleeping underground, and so on.
Everything in the world operates slowly according to an indescribable law, making people immersed in it unconsciously.
If the hot wind within a radius of nearly a thousand kilometers in Yanyu Island is like a river, then the witch standing on the altar is like a commander standing in the center of the vast vortex.
Such a vast and powerful force of heaven and earth could not be forcibly changed or manipulated by this Sequence 6 Dragon Priestess. All she could do was to gently guide it as described in ancient texts, carefully allowing it to flow along the predetermined path.
It flushes out areas where the Yuanli (Mana) is stagnant and condensed, replenishes those barren and desert areas, and at the same time balances the temperature within a continent so that certain areas will not spontaneously combust due to excessive heat, and allows heat to flow evenly so that the nearly 10 million residents in the Yanyu Continent will not feel unbearably hot.
The power of the dragon veins makes this land fertile, but if it is not guided and regulated, it will cause large-scale wildfires. At the same time, the accumulated dampness and heat will also cause various diseases and disasters.
In ancient times, local people worshipped the swimming fire manta rays, allowing this natural beast born from the dragon vein to regulate the elemental energy of heaven and earth. After the fire manta rays disappeared, the local extraordinary faction took on this responsibility.
This is also the origin of the Yuyan Red Ray Gate.
Just as the people in the city were immersed in this strange phenomenon of heaven and earth and the flow of dragon veins, Loran Hill noticed something strange. She opened her eyes and looked at the witch on the altar. Although she was very far away, she could notice the bright red spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Did something unexpected happen during the ritual and cause a backlash? The girl wondered in her heart.
Although the power of the dragon vein is immense, it is not a docile thing. Its nature is extremely violent, and usually requires the careful guidance of a special shaman priest so that it can flow according to one's wishes.
If it were just a mountain or swamp, it would be fine, but today's ceremony involved an entire continent and five counties, home to nearly ten million people. The difficulty was far beyond what the average person could imagine. In the past, only Sequence 7 or Sequence 8 dragon priestesses were qualified to preside over the ceremony, and they would also have to be assisted by hundreds of priests and priestesses.
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