At dawn, Wang Xing, a follower of the Dietary Star Lord, climbed out of bed early and prepared to begin his morning prayers.
The Dietary Star Lord had few doctrines, but the temple keepers were strict.
Ever since the Evil God had stolen the divine authority, these remaining followers had followed the Dietary Star Lord into the desert. Here, they rose at sunrise and rested at sunset, using their actions to follow the Dietary Star Lord's rules and restore Their power.
Joining the faith required donating ten percent of one's income, but once someone was formally recognized as a follower here, the benefits were considerable.
For one thing, the blood essence that could only be enjoyed once every seven days was enough to make anyone drool.
Everyone knew where that stuff came from, but nobody wanted to ask. Having something to eat was good enough.
Today was the day to enjoy blood essence.
If he performed well, he might even receive an extra portion. That thought had Wang Xing scrambling out of bed and heading outside, intending to be the first to begin morning prayers. To his surprise, he was still late.
The seniors stood silently outside, like statues gazing into the distance, as mute as roast ducks in a display window.
Their white robes flapped fiercely in the wind, and that was the only sound around them. Wang Xing felt a sense of unease.
"Senior, what's wrong? What are you looking at?"
No one answered. They merely stared into the distance, their expressions grave and shattered.
"Senior, say something. What happened?"
Only after he asked several more times did someone stiffly turn around and point at the sky. "Can't you see it?"
Wang Xing narrowed his eyes and looked over. He could only make out something blurry moving in