Chapter 2499: The Source of Catastrophe
2499 The Source of Catastrophe Behind them followed 80 plus priests wearing white gowns who looked incomparably holy and pure.
They held uniform canes with the exact same carved patterns. They raised their chins as they ambled forward, looking haughtily at the believers worshiping on the sides.
Their overlord presence was on at full blast...
The four corners of the Holy Daughter's carriage were decorated with pearls the size of a person's fist. A curtain weaved with gold and silver threads covered the entire carriage. Everyone could only glimpse a slim figure sitting upright within.
The more vague her figure, the more the common people yearned to see her. They felt that this Holy Daughter was definitely a peerless beauty!
More than a hundred 17 to 18-year-old girls with lithe figures and white shawls covering their faces followed behind the carriage. Each of them held a basket filled with many plum blossoms. They scattered flowers as they walked, while also reciting something in unison.
There were three hundred shrine guards bringing up the rear. The procession moved along the most prosperous main street of Dragon Flame City, Changle Boulevard.
The head of the procession had already passed the central axis of Changle Boulevard, while the end of the procession had only just entered the boulevard. The mighty sight of a thousand people trumpeting, drumming, and reciting attracted the attention of more than ten thousand of the city's common people.
The elderly and married women prostrated in worship, the young people were envious, and the young children were frolicking through the crowd.
Qiaoqiao woke up amongst the noise. She knitted her petite brows and looked up to see Mo Lian gazing at her attentively.
*Kiss.* He gave her a kiss, yet the little fellow was still a bit muddled from sleep.
Mo Lian's phoenix eyes curved in delight. "Did I wake you up? There is still half an hour before we reach the imperial palace's Lesheng Gate. You woke up just in time."
The little fellow wiggled her limbs and leaned against the window. Her eyes reflected the grand ceremony in the lamplight.
"Eh, there are so many people. Mo Lian, what are they doing?"
"The Holy Daughter of the Lunisolar Shrine has entered the city. All the common people in the city have come to prostrate in worship." Mo Lian explained satirically.
What shrine? They were just people fishing for fame and compliments. This could only deceive the common people.
Of course, there were also a large number of spiritual cultivators and even divine cultivators who pledged their lives and loyalty to the shrine. These people were all called holy believers.
These cultivators relied on the shrine to obtain cultivation resources. They slaved away for the shrine.
Many itinerant cultivators who did not have clans or organizations to rely on were extremely willing to join the shrine.
"Greetings to the Holy Daughter! Greetings to the Holy Daughter!"
The common people prostrated in waves out of emotion.
In the hearts of these common people, the Holy Daughter's lofty identity practically made her the revered Sun Goddess.
"Ah? What does Her Excellency the Holy Daughter have to say?" The people below whispered, spreading the news.
For a moment, the ten thousand people on Changle Boulevard held their breaths. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Qiao Mu had already alighted from the carriage with Mo Lian. She looked up at the brightly-lit area and tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Seems just like the real thing."
An oracle?
Ha ha!
"People of the Divine Province, commoners of Dragon Flame City. The crown prince consort who is about to return will become the source of catastrophe! She is the start of evil propagating in the world!"
"She will bring endless disaster to us! Terror! As well as death!"
A cold female voice could be heard without a fluctuation in cadence. It was tinged with a loftiness that could not be ignored.
The curtain weaved with gold and silver threads floated up with the breeze.
A slender figure stepped down from the carriage.