"Do you think I look weak? Do you think I'm going to die soon?" Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes and said.
According to her speculation, this Divine Prayer was a divine spell, too powerful for ordinary priests to perform. If it were performed forcefully, it would likely severely damage one's vitality, which was why those people became weak and died young. However, she obviously did not have this problem. After all, she relied on the awakened memory of Pride to perform the Divine Prayer, so how could she possibly die young?
"It seems like she's really fine. What happened?" Shen Yuhe patted and tapped Mu Hanyan for a long time. Sure enough, there was nothing unusual, and there was no sign of weakness on her body. She said in surprise.
"You'll understand later." Mu Hanyan didn't bother explaining too much. Anyway, as her strength improved, Chen Yuhe would eventually understand what the so-called divine prayer was all about.
Below the stage, the people's chanting finally ended, but no one stood up. They still knelt on the ground, looking at Mu Hanyan with tearful eyes, their eyes full of respect and gratitude.
"Why isn't it over yet?" Mu Hanyan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by so many pairs of eyes.
What made her even more uncomfortable was that the twelve officiants nearby were looking at her with even more hostility than before. There was nothing she could do. Originally, the ceremony was supposed to be a display of compassion by the officiants, enjoying the people's worship. But in the end, it was all up to her, stealing the spotlight. The other officiants were reduced to mere supporting roles. Who would be happy?
Of course Mu Hanyan was also a little helpless. She didn't expect it to turn out like this.
"If the high priest doesn't say something, they won't get up." Shen Yuhe said with a smile, and she almost engraved the word "envy" in her mind. It is a great honor for a priest to receive the sincere worship of so many people. She never dreamed that this day would come.
"Everyone, get up, people of God, the great gods will always favor you and grant you health and peace." Mu Hanyan waved her hand and spoke in a low and solemn voice.
Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. After watching Sikong Qinglan perform shamanism many times, she still knows how to say a few nice words.
One has to admit that Miss Mu at this moment was beautiful and graceful yet dignified, emitting a sacred aura from her entire body, and indeed had the style of a charlatan.
"Thank you for the blessing from the High Priest. Your light will always shine in our hearts and guide us out of the darkness." After receiving the blessing from the charlatan eldest daughter of the Mu family, the people below stood up with sobs, tears streaming down their faces again.
Hundreds of thousands of people sobbed in unison with reverence on their faces. It was a truly spectacular scene. However, Miss Mu was truly disgusted by her own charlatan behavior. Seeing that they had all stood up, she quickly left.
Next, the old priest came on stage again, danced for a while, and then announced the end of the worship ceremony.
"It's over so soon?" Mu Hanyan didn't expect that such a grand sacrificial ceremony would end so soon, and asked in surprise.
"It's over for ordinary people, but it's just beginning for the various temples," said Shen Yuhe.
Mu Hanyan understood what she meant. Sacrifices and the like were merely a means for the temples to appease the people and rule over hundreds of millions of people. For the major temples, the focus was not here. The subsequent competition was related to the final ownership of the rare treasure that appeared once every million years.
The people in the audience dispersed one after another, and soon, there were only about 10,000 people left in the square that originally accommodated hundreds of thousands of people.
Naturally, not everyone is qualified to watch the competitions between the various temples. Those who stay are basically members of the priest families of the twelve temples.
The celebratory atmosphere brought on by Mu Hanyan's prayers vanished, and the atmosphere in the entire square became subdued. Although each temple would send its disciples to compete in every sacrificial ceremony, everyone knew that this time was different.
For the sake of that rare treasure, even the chief priests of each hall would personally take action, and even fight to the death. Naturally, the competition between the priests below would no longer be as calm and unhurried as before.
"There will be a competition among the major temples in the afternoon. Everyone, please take a break first, recharge your batteries and prepare well for the competition. Also, please submit the list of names participating in the competition." After Long Aoli finished speaking, he was the first to walk down the platform. Before leaving, he gave Mu Hanyan a meaningful look.
"Let's go, let's get ready." The other chief priests also said goodbye and left in groups, but no one paid any attention to Mu Hanyan. Some even looked at her and snorted coldly as they left.
"Young people just don't know their limits and always want to be in the spotlight."
"Hasn't she heard that the stick hits the bird that sticks out?"
"Let her be in the spotlight this time, she'll regret it later."
Even after walking a long way, Mu Hanyan could still hear some people sneering.
I didn't offend you. It's your own fault. Can you blame me? Mu Hanyan was a little apologetic at first, but she became angry when she heard these words.
Others didn't know what the Divine Prayer was, but she knew it all too well, and presumably the other high priests knew it too. Their inability to perform the Divine Prayer was due to their own limitations. If they had the ability, they'd probably all want to show off and give the others a hard time.
Now that they don't have that ability, they all point their spearheads at her, Mu Hanyan. This is clearly out of envy, jealousy and hatred. As the chief priest, she doesn't even have this little tolerance.
"Master Priest, let's go down and rest too." Chen Yuhe said to Mu Hanyan.
"Let's go." Although Mu Hanyan was angry, she would not let that kind of people ruin her mood, and she quickly put them behind her.
"By the way, Master Chief Priest, we've thought about it and decided not to participate in this competition." Sikong Qinglan said thoughtfully after arriving at the lounge.
The list reported to the Tianyang Temple last time was only the list of those who participated in the sacrificial ceremony. Those who wanted to participate in the competition needed to submit the list again, which was what Long Aoli mentioned just now.
"Why?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Master Chief Priest, I just learned that those who are preparing to participate in the competition this time, except for the chief priests of each hall, are all high-level priests such as left and right priests or prayer priests, punishment priests, etc. None of them is below the tenth-order divine priest. With their strength, even with me included, they have no chance of winning at all. The divine prayer you just made has offended all the temples, and I'm afraid they will do something bad." Wen Gaoren explained for them.
"So strong?" Mu Hanyan was slightly surprised.
According to her understanding, the competitions and exchanges in the previous sacrificial ceremonies were just a formality. No one wanted to hurt the harmony, so those who participated in the competitions were generally young priests from each temple.
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