"Starting five years ago, the tribe had received no more blessings from the gods, nor had it been granted any more favors."
Nalran looked toward the sacrificial totem, his expression complicated. "Without the gods' favor, we cannot obtain abundant produce, cannot give birth to new life, and find it even harder to withstand the attacks of savage beasts..."
"The divine envoys said it was because we were not devout enough. They said we were people abandoned by the gods, which was why we had become what we are today."
By this point, Nalran's gaze had already dimmed, but before long, a streak of divine light illuminated his eyes.
"No, Nalran. Of course that is not the case."
Yang Yuanhong stepped forward slowly as he spoke. "My appearance here already proves that the great gods have not abandoned you."
He arrived before the totem and gently placed a hand upon it. The long-dormant sacrificial totem immediately burst back to life with surging vitality.
Dazzling light rose from the Sacrificial Plaza, then transformed into a radiant rain that scattered over the entire area from the sky.
The next moment, clear water began to gush from the cracks in the dried riverbed. Withered plants sprang back to life, sickly livestock regained their health and vigor, and the crops within and outside the tribe shot up dramatically in just a few breaths.
"It is a blessing! This is a blessing from the gods!"
"The gods have not abandoned us!"
Under this blessing, the mortals of the tribe embraced one another and wept with excitement, cheering and celebrating without pause.
The four barbarian cultivators in the tribe, including Chief Nalran, also began to glow after receiving the rain of blessings.
"What dense power of blessing! It is more than several of the previous blessings combined!"