The heavy snow continued unabated, and the entire capital city seemed to be buried.
The houses with their blue bricks and gray tiles appeared lower under the weight of the snow, and the stone lions in front of the grand mansions were also covered with thick snow caps.
The upturned eaves and wind chimes were encased in icicles, making a dull sound in the wind.
The events that occurred in the palace were of little concern to the common people, who were dressed in coarse cotton-padded coats.
They hurried through the thick snow under the eaves, where icicles hung, not wanting to know who had sat on the dragon throne or who had won the victory.
Instead, the deity that appeared in the sky was worshipped again and again by the people of Liang.
The signs of teahouses and taverns swayed in the wind and snow, and small groups of people gathered in the shops with thick cotton curtains hanging, discussing the matter.
"Do you know which deity appeared above the palace today?" a man in a sheepskin coat asked, rubbing his hands together. Ice crystals still clung to his red nose.
"Hahaha, I never thought that I, an old woman, would one day be able to see the gods!" The old woman, wearing an indigo headscarf, had trembling hands that were red from the cold, but she was extremely happy.
"The emperor's actions have angered the gods; the world is about to change!" the restaurant manager whispered.
Many people knelt on the snow-covered streets, their coarse cotton clothes quickly soaked through by the snowmelt. They prostrated themselves in the direction where the gods were now, their foreheads pressed against the cold bluestone slabs.
"Gods, please save us suffering people! I hope this heavy snow will stop soon, otherwise all the crops will be destroyed!" A man dressed as a farmer cried out loudly, his patched cotton coat covered with snowflakes.
It is said that heavy snow foretells a bumper harvest, but this level of snow has already caused a snow disaster.
The thatched roof of the granary collapsed, and the wheat seedlings in the fields were buried deep. What kind of bumper harvest can we expect in the future? It would be a miracle if anyone could even survive this cold winter!
Countless faith points flew to the barren mountain and were received by Yu Luo.
She heard the people's prayers but could only sigh helplessly. Not to mention Liang, the entire Central Plains and many other countries were covered in snow; this was a global crisis, not something easily resolved.
All she could do was try her best to save those people. There will be more disasters to come, even more difficult than this winter.
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The capital city.
In a courtyard of moderate size, the houses with blue bricks and small tiles were covered with snow, with only the red lanterns hanging under the eaves swaying gently in the wind.
Lin Anniang placed the rescued transmigrators on the prepared wooden beds and carefully tucked them in with brocade quilts.
Liang Shu and Liang Yu also came over, their fox fur cloaks still carrying the chill of the outside air. The two looked at the group of people with concern.
Perhaps because they hadn't eaten much for a long time and had only been fed liquids, coupled with the constant draining of their life force, these people looked extremely pale.
Many people are so thin they are skin and bones, their sunken cheeks have an unhealthy bluish-gray tinge, as if they could die at any moment.
If it weren't for the protection of the Mountain Goddess, these people would have been in mortal danger the moment they left the underground altar.
"There's no time to lose! Quickly take them back to the desolate mountain and ask Madam Zhang and Wanxin to come and treat them! If all else fails, we can only ask the Mountain Goddess!" Lin Anniang said anxiously.
The others nodded in agreement, and Xia Yan raised her hand to create a blue-glowing magic circle, protecting everyone inside. Her white robes fluttered in the magical light without wind, making her appear exceptionally sacred.
Clearly, she benefited greatly from this divine intervention!
Just as Liang Shu was about to use her teleportation ability to travel back and forth, she looked up and saw a golden gate with intricate carvings unfolding before her. The gate was entwined with vine-like patterns, each leaf lifelike.
A demon with a human body and a snake tail stood on the other side of the gate, looking over in surprise. The scales on its snake tail shimmered with iridescent light in the sunlight.
Beside her was a miniature gray dumpling, its beady eyes widening in surprise. The dumpling was wearing a tiny linen outfit, looking both comical and adorable.
"Little Grey!" Xia Yan recognized the familiar figure and exclaimed in surprise.
"So you came to pick us up!" The snake woman breathed a sigh of relief, the jade pendant on her earlobe swaying gently with the movement. She knew such a powerful person wouldn't lie!
The snake woman swung her tail and happily swam out.
Through the gate, one could vaguely see the scene of the Hall of Mental Cultivation behind her. The dark gold dragon pillars were entwined with lifelike five-clawed golden dragons, and the caisson ceiling painted with colorful lacquer depicted the sun, moon, and stars, as well as a crazy figure.
The prince held a jewel-encrusted longsword, pointing it at everyone in the palace. His golden crown was askew, and the bright yellow dragon robe he had been forced to wear was in disarray.
"Haha, I killed my father with my own hands, from now on I am the ruler of this world!"
"What's wrong with you? I think you're the ones who've gone mad! Kneel down and thank the Emperor for his grace!" He brandished his longsword, the pearls on the tassel drawing chaotic arcs in the air.
The next moment, the Crown Prince was heard shouting again: "Father, Father, I didn't mean to! Don't come any closer!"
"I'm going to kill you! Who told you to take my life!" The exquisite gemstone longsword was swung at the air, the blade striking the dragon pillar and sparking a few flecks.
"Hurry, hurry! This guy has completely gone mad, ignore him!" The snake woman quickly sped up, her scales rustling as they scraped against the ground. She led Little Gray away from the golden gate, glancing back as she did so.
"Father, don't go, don't go!" The crown prince suddenly lunged forward, stepping on the hem of his dragon robe and nearly tripping over it.
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