Empty Reputation

At the same time.

All the residents of the small town came out.

Footsteps sounded from all directions. No one screamed or cried, and no one fled in panic.

They emerged from their homes and, faced with the disaster-like scene in the sky, promptly dropped to their knees.

They neither ran nor took any measures. They simply knelt on the ground, palms pressed together.

"Divine Illumination Lord, bless us!"

"Divine Illumination Lord, bless us!"

Yue Jinghong witnessed this dramatic scene she had never seen before.

These people moved with astonishing uniformity. When faced with danger, their first reaction was to pray for a god's protection.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment impulse born of panic, but a habit carved into their bones, as natural as breathing.

She froze for a moment, then quickly came to her senses and was about to go up and evacuate them.

But in the next instant, Chen Duan reached out and stopped her.

"Don't rush."

Yue Jinghong did not understand what he meant, but she soon did.

High in the sky, the dark clouds suddenly began to churn violently, as though stirred by an invisible giant hand. The vortex spun faster, and the clouds surged up and down.

Then the five-colored lightning abruptly intensified as well, racing madly through the dark clouds with deafening roars.

Some bolts even struck the sea, smashing into the surface and blasting up enormous sprays, sending fish flying high into the air.

Yet even at this sight, the townsfolk kept their palms together and remained kneeling in prayer, chanting the name of the Divine Illumination Lord.

A few breaths later, the commotion overhead suddenly began to subside.

The dark clouds started to disperse, and the five-colored lightning gradually faded away. At last, the clouds parted to reveal the sun. A