"Dust Particle!"
With a flick of his finger, his nascent soul roared, silently triggering the spell of the Great Dao.
An immeasurable power surged from within him, rising to the sky like a reversed galaxy, piercing the heavens.
In an instant.
Above the firmament, two boundless Yin-Yang talismans slowly appeared.
One black, one white, embracing each other, mysterious runes flowed, divine light shone in every direction, illuminating the world.
The entire Ning City was completely engulfed in this sacred and majestic aura.
"That is..."
Bai Gongming froze, his pupils constricted, his face full of shock and fear.
Previously, witnessing the Golden Wu Warriors’ great battle had already felt unparalleled, yet compared to the Celestial King’s divine might, it was like comparing a firefly to a bright moon.
Seeing this scene, all the believers and disciples stood motionless.
Forgetting pain, forgetting sorrow, forgetting to breathe.
Just looking up at those two talismans reaching the heavens, their hearts and spirits trembled, murmuring:
"The Celestial King descends to save the world!"
"The Supreme Daoist Lord delivers all beings!"
Under the gaze of all.
The Yin-Yang talismans above the firmament slowly rotated, endless Yin-Yang Qi fell like a shower of stars.
In a moment.
On the earth, scattered bricks, dust, and broken wood, seemed to be infused with spirituality, automatically flowing back, gathering, and reorganizing.
The collapsed buildings stood again under the power of the Great Dao.
Deeply buried believers were gently lifted by tender forces, dust and blood stains instantly washed away, minor wounds immediately healed.
Countless earth particles gathered from all directions.
Under the infusion of Yin-Yang Qi, buildings and pavilions rose from the ground, streets widened, city walls majestically stood, with carved beams and painted pillars, presenting majestic scenes.
Far grander, more solemn, more prosperous, more eternal than the former Ning City.
In just a few breaths.
The former ruins directly transformed into a magnificent city covering hundreds of miles.
As if that wasteland had never existed.
Witnessing such supreme divine techniques that move mountains and seas, create and shape the world.
All Golden Wu Warriors, disciples, believers, completely surrendered, fell to their knees, bowed to the dust, loudly shouting:
"Chen Sheng Celestial King! Divine Techniques without limit!"
"Supreme protection! Eternal for ten thousand years!"
The cries shook the heavens, the power of faith surged towards Chen Sheng like a tsunami.
He stood atop the new city, his expression as calm as ever.
Rebuilding a city was merely a flick of the wrist!
The technique of two-dimensional dust, cultivated to its peak, can create the world, and shape Heaven and Earth.
A mere Ning City is hardly worth mentioning.
His gaze slowly fell, looking at those who were saved but still had severe injuries.
They were covered in scars, their breath weak, but the look in their eyes towards him remained devout and fervent.
These people were the closest confidants of the Supreme Dao, the most stable foundation of his Dao lineage.
Chen Sheng’s heart stirred slightly, his voice gentle yet carrying divine authority:
"Survivors, loyal in faith, will receive the blessings of sweet rain, healing all beings, soothing all wounds, granting wellness."
With a wave of his sleeve, casually.
Above the firmament, the remaining Yin-Yang Qi instantly condensed, transforming into a sky full of sweet rain, crystalline like jade, gently falling, covering everyone.
The sweet rain melted upon touch, nurturing like great medicine.
Lightly injured, fatigue and pain swept away, rejuvenated spirit!
Severely injured, broken bones regenerated, wounds healed, missing limbs gradually grew back!
For those with severed limbs, new limbs grew, perfect as before, unchanged from the past.
A believer who had lost his left arm, stared in disbelief at the newly grown limb, tears of joy falling down, knelt and kowtowed on the ground, choked with emotion shouting:
"Thank you, Celestial King! Celestial King, great compassion and kindness! We swear to follow the Celestial King unto death, forever guarding the Dao lineage!"
The elderly woman with a broken leg was now able to stand steadily, walking with firm steps, surpassing her prime.
She bowed repeatedly, old tears streaming:
"Celestial King is merciful, protecting all beings! We vow, life after life, to tribute to the Celestial King, unwavering until death!"
The entire city of believers fell into extreme devotion and fervor.
Kneeling, kowtowing, shouting loudly, the sound wave rushed straight to Yun Xiao.
The fire of faith, burning across the heavens and earth.
"Celestial King, great compassion and kindness!"
"Celestial King’s divine power is peerless!"
"Swear to follow the Celestial King unto death!"
...
Before long.
Chen Sheng looked at the rebuilt city before him, gave his confidants simple instructions, his figure moved, riding on the wind, entered Cyan Nether!
In just a moment.
He appeared above the capital city of Dali, hovering above the clouds, his posture ethereal, expression tranquil, akin to an Immortal descending from the nine heavens.
Green, red, yellow, white, black!
Five colors swirled around him, emitting countless rays of light and auspicious energy, painting the entire firmament with a radiant aura, contrasting starkly with the gray capital city below.
Dali’s capital city was once a thriving land of humanity, with streets crisscrossed, bustling with voices.
But at this moment, all the people stopped their tasks, synchronously looked up.
Gazing at that figure amidst the clouds, every eye filled with astonishment and reverence.
"Wh-what is that? In the sky... is it an Immortal?"
Someone lowered their voice, fingertips trembling, fearing to disturb the descending deity.
"Surely it’s a god! Look, surrounded by the five-colored radiance, who else but a divine could possess such majesty?"
For a time, the whole street, the entire capital, was full of murmuring discussions, yet no one dared to shout loudly.
Words of "Immortal" and "God" echoed repeatedly.
Suddenly someone knelt to the ground, clasped hands prayed.
"Immortal, great compassion and kindness, save my family’s old mother..."
The other people stirred restlessly, praying before the Immortal in person was way better than going to the temple, kneeling, bowing, chanting fervently:
"Immortal, bless my wife to bear a male child, give me a son for the generations..."
"Immortal, just one more time, if I win, I’ll quit..."
"Immortal, grant me a beautiful wife..."
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