MTL NOVEL Chapter 46: Welcome the Saint Heir Back to His Place
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Shen Qing lifted his head leisurely and saw the majestic mountain peaks standing tall amidst the clouds.
At the peaks, yellow clouds swirled around like golden silk, with rays of light bursting from the gaps in the clouds, casting a brilliant golden sheen over each peak, dazzling and stunning.
At the foot of the mountain, numerous believers with yellow cloths wrapped around their arms knelt devoutly. Each of them had a solemn expression, making the otherwise ordinary square appear particularly solemn.
Incense smoke curled, reaching its peak.
Wisps of smoke slowly rose towards the unreachable sky, intertwining with the light from the clouds and the yellow clouds atop the mountains, almost giving an impression of divine aura.
Shen Qing gently stroked the Hundred Treasure Pouch at his waist and took out a seemingly ordinary mirror.
With a light touch of his fingertip on the mirror's surface, ripples of pale blue spiritual light spread out, gradually reflecting his figure in the mirror.
These days, the Spirit Communication Mirror had been continually refined and modified by Shen Xiaohu, and now it possessed the ability for face-to-face communication.
Concentrating his mind, Shen Qing followed the method Shen Xiaohu had taught him and said, "Xiao Hu, it's me. I have successfully arrived at the Huang Tian Sacred Mountain!"
His voice was deep and clear, seemingly carrying an irresistible force that traversed the barriers of many mountains and rivers to reach another place.
After a moment of silence, the Spirit Communication Mirror displayed Shen Xiaohu's slightly excited face: "Brother Qingzi?! You've arrived? Wait at the mountain foot for a moment; I'll report to the elders."
The image of Shen Xiaohu in the Spirit Communication Mirror suddenly vanished.
Shen Qing put away the Spirit Communication Mirror and patiently waited.
He noticed it was still early, so he moved through the bustling crowd, walking towards those devoutly kneeling believers.
These Huang Tian Sect believers had dark complexions, small and thin bodies, with large knuckles of clasped hands, evidently used to manual labor, not much different from ordinary peasants.
They were muttering blessings from Huang Tian, which piqued his curiosity momentarily.
Shen Qing approached an old man who had just finished his prayers, stopped him, and earnestly asked, "Old sir, I am a traveler from afar, newly acquainted with the name of Huang Tian Sect, and my heart is filled with curiosity. Could you tell me why you chose to join Huang Tian Sect?"
The haggard-faced elder looked up, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He glanced around and said, "Ah, young man, you may not know. We are just refugees who couldn't survive. Some can't bear the heavy taxes from the government, some are displaced by demon attacks... We heard this place is the residence of the Huang Tian immortals, so we came here to seek a way of living."
Hearing this, Shen Qing continued to ask, "Then, why choose this place among so many others?"
The elder was surprised and said, "Haven't you heard the prophecy?"
Shen Qing had a premonition but still wasn't sure. He asked, "What prophecy?"
"Heaven has fallen, Huang Tian shall rise. In the year of Jiazi, great peace reigns under heaven."
The elder sighed, "Look at the world, the government is corrupt, demons run rampant unopposed, the people suffer, and heaven can no longer shelter us. The emergence of Huang Tian Sect is to follow the divine will and replace heaven. Under Huang Tian Sect's rule, it won't be long before true peace comes to the world."
"The word has spread completely, and everyone firmly believes it. If you don't come now, it would be too late later."
Shen Qing was slightly taken aback; he had anticipated some influence from those twelve words but hadn't expected it to spread so quickly.
At that moment, a young woman took over the conversation, her eyes shimmered with devout light as she said, "You might not know, I heard that after the Daoist's fall, they have reincarnated and will soon return to their rightful place, and a Saint Heir will come back to lead. Our Huang Tian Sect will undoubtedly prosper."
"Saint Heir?"
Shen Qing was puzzled, calmly inquiring further: "What Saint Heir?"
The woman shook her head, revealing a hint of confusion on her face: "We don't really know the specifics."
Shen Qing's curiosity grew.
As they were talking, the sky suddenly became extraordinarily heavy, as if an invisible force was brewing a dramatic change.
Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the distant Holy Mountain.
The place long regarded as sacred and inviolable by the Huang Tian Sect was undergoing unbelievable changes. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire
The originally lush green mountains were now shrouded by rolling yellow clouds. These weren't ordinary clouds; they contained indescribable dynamic spiritual energy.
Shen Qing's keen awareness detected pure spiritual energy interspersed within the yellow clouds.
As the yellow clouds surged, they descended from the sky like they were alive, spreading along the winding stone steps, painting the entire mountain path with a layer of gold.
This sudden anomaly made everyone present hold their breath.
Many devout believers couldn't help but kneel, continuously pressing their palms together in silent prayers.
Just then, from the other side of the Holy Mountain, a solemn and imposing drumbeat resounded, striking at the spirit of each person.
Even someone like Shen Qing, at the Primordial Spirit realm, felt his heart thump intensely, pounding vigorously.
As the drumbeat intensified, three middle-aged men dressed in yellow robes walked steadily from the mountain gate, stepping along the yellow clouds.
Behind them were high-ranking officers of the Huang Tian Sect, holding weapons, expressions solemn, exuding a sense of dignity.
Further back were countless followers, wearing uniform yellow garments, holding incense, chanting in whispers.
When this grand procession reached Shen Qing, the entire scene fell silent instantly, leaving only the sound of the wind and the distant chirping of birds.
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