When large numbers of Yidongqing Divine Tree flowers bloomed once more in the Original Sand Tribe, every Sand Clan member of the tribe wept bitterly as they kowtowed and worshipped Ye Zhen.
To show their devotion, those Sand Clan members practically wished they could smash their own heads open from kowtowing.
The feeling of having been abandoned by the Heavenly God and becoming forsaken people just moments ago had been too terrifying.
That was why the Sand Clan members of the Original Sand Tribe, now returned to the embrace of the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God, cherished it beyond measure.
The Sand Sea was still thick with the scent of blood, yet there was no hatred in that bloodiness—only remorse and awe. Their reverence for Ye Zhen, the divine envoy, had already been carved deep into their bones.
The Power of Faith within Ye Zhen's mystic palace, those Golden Water Droplets, once again underwent explosive growth.
The Power of Faith contributed by the four hundred thousand members of the Original Sand Tribe was actually greater than that contributed by those medium-sized tribes with six hundred and seventy thousand people.
This surprised Ye Zhen somewhat, but he roughly understood the reason.
Only after losing something did one understand its preciousness; only after possessing it again did one cherish it even more.
However, both as a warning and a punishment, Ye Zhen did not cultivate many Yidongqing Divine Trees for the Original Sand Tribe with his secret art.
The Original Sand Tribe had originally possessed only several tens of thousands of Yidongqing Divine Trees. Before this, Ye Zhen had cultivated more than two million of them.
But now, Ye Zhen cultivated only three hundred thousand Yidongqing Divine Trees for the Original Sand Tribe, merely one-tenth of the previous number.
Yet this was