Merely chanting softly, he heard a rustling at his ears, like ripe grains bouncing within their golden husks.
Primal qi surged, giving life to all things.
A pair of deep-green pupils, as though containing boundless vitality, seemed to pierce across infinite distance and stare straight at him.
Old Daoist Jiang Lin felt his scalp prickle.
[Deity: Grainfoot (??)]
[Resides in Mysterious Womb Azure Bright Heaven; holds authority over the primal qi of this realm, creates all things, and delivers the multitude of living beings]
[Authority: Four Seasons--...]
[Solar Terms--...]
[Five Grains--...]
[...]
[Dao: ??]
[Law: ??]
[Current Status: Summonable]
Unlike during the Spirit Praying ritual, the eyes had appeared for only the briefest instant, so Old Daoist Jiang Lin had seen only a small part of it.
The sound of rustling rice ears also vanished, yet even so, he could not help but feel his scalp prickle.
"Master..."
The youth beside him looked at him with concern.
"It's nothing." Old Daoist Jiang Lin suppressed the turmoil in his heart and forced a smile.
Without another word, he led his disciple back.
But as soon as they arrived, he saw his second disciple, Jiang Cheng, emerge from the house.
"Master, Eldest Senior Brother has already been notified."
"Mm." After a pause, Old Daoist Jiang Lin's gaze passed over his disciple to the porridge shed behind him. "I've sent people to procure rice and grain. We should be able to gather one hundred thousand shi within three days."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "In that case, even if more people come later, we'll be able to hold out for a while..."
At this point, he hesitated, seeming to want to speak but stopping himself.
"Speak. Must master and disciple still be so coy with each other?"
"Master, the whole world is like this. At