The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 955 - 524: Witch’s Rain Praying (Part 2)

Can a mortal summon rain? Can a mortal accomplish what many cultivators cannot?

This Divine Woman walked to the altar behind her, not saying a word, but simply closed her eyes in deep thought. Naturally, the people below didn’t dare to breathe, quietly waiting for what would happen next.

As soon as it turned 3 p.m, the Divine Woman opened her eyes and shouted, "The time has come!" Her voice was sharp, and hearing it was unsettling. However, there was a flash of insight in Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes, for from this loud cry, she discerned that this Divine Woman actually possessed the skill of "Soul-shattering". Logically speaking, only those endowed with Divine Skills could wield Spiritual Power and Demonic Power to achieve such an ear-splitting effect. Yet, how could a mere mortal produce something so shocking?

Qi Zai also murmured in her ear: Interesting.

Next, this Divine Woman took out several yellow paper talismans, sticking them on the chests of five kneeling sacrifices, and then surprisingly pulled out a three-foot-long peach wood sword from her bosom. She lightly tapped the yellow paper talismans a few times, then began to sing and dance. Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened — could this be the legendary "dancing with gods"? Is it really happening in this world too?

It was a pity that she couldn’t understand a word of the chants from the Divine Woman’s mouth. Before Changtian went into seclusion, he instilled the words of ancient scripts and demon scripts into a Jade Scroll, demanding her to study them diligently. Being a demon, the Divine Skills he practiced naturally were written in demon script, and while he was conscious, he could translate his Divine Skills into the Human Clan’s language for her. But once he entered meditation, he was no longer a universal translator, forcing her to study independently. Thus, apart from cultivating Divine Skills, she had an additional task for the past six months — learning these strange scripts every day.

Alas, coming to this world required learning cultural lessons too, which was truly maddening.

Yet she considered herself diligent and hardworking, still she could not identify what the Divine Woman was muttering. Although her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, there was an inexplicable rhythm to it, unlike random gibberish. She wondered: "Could it be that the language used in the rain praying is something I’ve never heard before?"

Looking more intently at the middle-aged woman’s movements with the peach wood sword, they were not random. The more she observed, the more solemn her expression became, as she discerned that the other party was sketching one by one, ancient oracle bone scripts.

When scripts first emerged, they were originally the best magic treasure for humans to communicate with Heaven and Earth. Moreover, this woman was etching oracle bone scripts, one of the oldest forms of writing in the world. Ning Xiaoxian’s Divine Thought expanded, the woman’s sketched scripts slowly solidified in her mind, forming ten large words: "Heaven enjoys this, Pingyang rain descends nourishingly."

With each sketch, hum or chant, it seemed she exerted all her strength, the peach wood sword trembling as if it would slip from her grasp at any moment. Toward the end, her head was drenched in sweat, her face as pale as paper, her body swaying unsteadily. Luckily, when the final stroke of the last character "Ze" was slashed out like a blade, a thunderclap suddenly erupted between Heaven and Earth.

At that moment, with a clear sky, it was truly a bolt from the blue, shaking the entire small hill as if it quivered, causing everyone’s spirits to become unsettled. However, the expressions on everyone’s faces were only of astonishment, not fear; it seemed the scene had been witnessed many times, thus they were familiar with it.

Only Ning Xiaoxian was unsettled, because at that instant, she distinctly felt the atmosphere between Heaven and Earth being pulled.

In just a few dozen seconds, from the east, thick rolling clouds appeared — it was truly unbelievable. She had previously flown high in the sky and clearly saw that the sky to the east was also clear; where did these clouds come from? Furthermore, flashes of lightning serpentined within the cloud mass.

The sun was quickly obscured, and the overwhelming dark clouds loomed across the sky, a violent wind swept through the city.

Soon, raindrops the size of soybeans indeed descended from the sky! The rain came raging, causing the trees on the hill to nod repeatedly, and when the drops hit people’s faces, it even hurt a little.

The mortals on the ground were not surprised but simply cheered, presumably having instructed the women at home to prepare containers to catch this Rootless Water before leaving. Amao turned to Ning Xiaoxian and said, "The town dug several large ponds specifically for storing rainwater." But he saw her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was puzzled by something. He thought: "It seems even she doesn’t understand this Divine Woman’s means. It’s not surprising, she probably isn’t some amazing immortal either."

This Divine Woman is nothing more than a mortal, how did she communicate with Heaven and Earth, how did she summon wind and rain? Understand this: even cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage driving a "Gan Lin Talisman" or using a Water Transformation Technique, at most, could only take effect within a seven-meter radius around themselves. Yet, what the Divine Woman summoned was a torrential downpour capable of cleansing an area within a hundred-mile radius!

How is she able to accomplish this feat, and succeed time and again?

While the crowd was cheering, Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes fixed on those five sacrifices on the ground. At this moment, these five people were breathless and long dead; their skin clung tightly to their bones, looking gaunt and skeletal, a sight to evoke the word "miserable" as if in that short span of fifteen minutes, their flesh and blood had been completely drained.

Such a dying form was regrettably familiar to her. In the underground chamber of Rock City, in the cavern of Kunlong Mountain, she had seen such misery. This was precisely the significant symptom when a mortal’s Essence, Qi, and Blood had been extracted completely. Did this woman truly sacrifice human lives to Heaven? And did Heaven accept these five lives as an exchange for rain?

As for the Divine Woman’s complexion, it was ghastly too, as if she would collapse with a gust of wind. It seemed that performing such a rain praying technique was not without its toll on herself. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)