Founding the Great Qian

"Long live the Sacred King!"

"Long live the Sacred King!"

The torrent formed by a million people surged together, their voices piercing the heavens. Within a hundred li, cries of "Long live!" rang in unison, shaking heaven and earth in every direction.

Kuron Old Ancestor held a cane and wore a robe of green. Seeing that the time had come, he turned a thought, and in an instant, the clear sky stretching ten thousand li began to stir as streaks of green light appeared between heaven and earth.

They transformed into a sheet of green clouds, blanketing dozens of li.

They encompassed the million people within this area.

Then—

Fine drops of rain fell upon the world.

Countless commoners looked up, all finding it incomparably miraculous. They felt as though their entire bodies had become comfortable from within, but that was only the surface of what they knew. Only martial arts experts with sufficiently high cultivation present could perceive the truth.

The fine rain merged into their flesh, as though they had drunk immortal wine. Withered skin swiftly became taut, old hidden injuries rapidly healed, and an indescribable force poured into them like a spring breeze and gentle rain.

Those afflicted by disease saw all their ailments vanish.

Those burdened by pent-up gloom found their hearts opened.

Even those trapped by the shackles of their realms vaguely sensed their bottlenecks beginning to loosen.

Across the earth, grass and trees grew at a visible pace, turning the surrounding area into a lush expanse of green. In the blink of an eye, this place seemed to have become an immortal paradise.

The gazes of nearly everyone present changed, and they continued shouting with fanatical expressions.

A divine miracle!

To them, this immortal rain was no different from a divine miracle.

Xiang Yuan,