Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1229: Holy Spring Prophecy
"The sky cracked, and the Indigo King descended from the sandstorm, breathing fire;

"The Savior behind the curtain murmured: 'I am the weft and warp of heaven and earth, and I bring an inexhaustible spring of fresh water.'

"I kissed its shadow, drank its blood, and tasted the honey in the sand;"

"The fetus of doomsday will eventually be strangled by the umbilical cord of tomorrow."

——"Rest", Chapter 1 "Prophecy of the Holy Spring", first couplet.

This book, which has been read by almost all Parthian freemen, is the foundation of the City of Holy Springs.

When the ancient Parthian Empire was first established, a winged prophet wrote a thirteen-chapter prophetic poem "Parthia", describing thirteen prophecies that would eventually come true. The first Parthian king therefore divided the territory of Parthia into thirteen provinces, each named after a chapter of the prophetic poem.

Over a long period of time, twelve of the prophecies have come true. Coincidentally, the twelve provinces no longer exist, reduced to ruins and swallowed by the desert. Only the "Prophecy of the Holy Spring" has not yet come true... Perhaps because of this, only the Holy Spring City still exists.

This is why the name of the benefactor of Holy Spring City is different from the format of the benefactors of other oasis city-states.

The name of the benevolent lord of the Holy Spring City, "Aimaer Nur", if translated directly into Avalon, means "Spring of Light" or "Holy Spring".

This does not mean that the original benefactor has lived to this day... but that every generation of benefactors in the Holy Spring City needs to abandon their original names and change their names to "Aimaer Nur" to inherit the name of the Holy Spring.

And now——

"Good Lord..."

A black-robed priest wearing a crow mask and holding a long staff muttered to himself and looked into the distance in astonishment.

On the distant skyline, there was a ferocious, violent yet majestic indigo dragon beast flying in the sky.

Behind its wings burned thin green flames, and behind it was pulling a magnificent and luxurious carriage.

Like a meteorite as deep as the ocean, it fell from the sky.

——This scene was also witnessed by other black-robed priests.

They looked up in shock, pointing and looking over there. Some knelt on the ground, while others hurried back to the city.

At this moment, the slaves who were being dragged behind them and were about to be buried in the quicksand seemed to have a sudden inspiration and let out earth-shaking cries at the same time.

The cries and shouts overlapped at the same time, and in an instant they were like thunderous roars.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Although the faces of the high priests could not be seen clearly because they were wearing masks, one could clearly feel that when the cries shook the heavens and the earth, they became visibly panicked, their bodies became stiff, and their limbs trembled.

as predicted.

The ferocious and slender dragon beast heard the cries of those damn slaves and turned its scarlet eyes towards them!
The leading priest was at a loss and trembling all over.

"--Roar!!"

The sound of breaking air was accompanied by an angry roar, and the "Indigo King" that was predicted to have arrived.

I don't know which priest started it, but some people knelt down tremblingly. Once someone kneeled down first, the others had no choice but to kneel down with him.

"How is this going?"

A majestic and gorgeous voice came from the distance in the carriage: "Why kill these slaves?" Just listening to that voice, they felt their scalps tingling.

They were all "turbid ritualists" who often came into contact with sacrifices and had very close communication with the creatures of the dream world. They could easily detect the sacred nature of the master behind the voice from that voice - just like their own good master, they had transcended the mundane world and became a demigod on earth.

"This is……"

The black-robed priests looked at the leader in panic, and the priest's expression under the mask had turned pale.

As he racked his brains, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

Another old voice came from inside the carriage: "They are making thirst stones, sir.

"This is a forbidden spell passed down by the good masters - collect the gray-white salt crystals from the walls of houses after burning camel dung, smear them on the skin of the living sacrifice, and then bury them in quicksand. While using the cursed quicksand to take away the moisture in their bodies, use rituals to prolong their pitiful lives...

"Then, these completely dehydrated but still alive poor souls and Sinthorns are mixed into Black Iron to create Thirst Stone... the material you saw before."

The Thirst Stone Bells used to summon the citizens, and the Thirst Stone Handbells used by the priests of Adil - they were all made using this cruel, forbidden magic.

The black-robed priests wearing bird-faced masks looked into the carriage in horror, wishing they could cover the damn old man's mouth.

But he not only did not stop, but continued to say: "In addition to making people extremely thirsty, the thirst stone can also become an energy storage stone that carries the power of the caster. The staffs, instruments, and amulets in the hands of the priests of Anxi are all made of thirst stone. This is also the most important extraordinary export product of Anxi, and it is also a specialty of the Holy Spring City. It is a secret controlled by the benevolent master of the Holy Spring City. Only those priests who serve Aimaer Nur know this ceremony.

"The goblins can offer a huge price for a piece of thirst stone, but they don't even know... the cost of a piece of thirst stone is just a human life."

The old man said sarcastically: "By torturing a slave, you can get hundreds of times the gold of its selling price - three times the profit is enough to make merchants take risks, what about three hundred times the profit?"

The priests felt cold all over.

——Who is he? How come he knows such a secret?

"That's it."

The elegant and mysterious voice carried a hint of disgust: "Then stop it, and don't be a thirsty stone anymore."

"But, but... Sir..."

The leading priest knelt on the ground and stammered, "This is... the order of the 'Forgiver'..."

——"The Forgiver" is the title of Aimaer Nur, the benevolent lord of Qingquan City.

"Don't listen to him. I will bring you a new order."

The voice in the carriage said without hesitation: "He gave you springs of fresh water, and I will bring you endless springs of fresh water—"

Hearing this, the priests' hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

Doesn’t this fit exactly what’s in the prophecy?
They didn't dare to say anything more, they just knelt on the ground and prostrated themselves deeply.

The dark blue unknown dragon beast glanced at them and let out a heart-shaking roar like a lion.

The next moment, the dragon beast jumped high again and leaped into the city-state over their heads.

The priests knelt on the ground for a long time. No one dared to raise their heads or say anything.

(End of this chapter)