"Rock Hammer Tribe, Chieftain Wudan, pays respects to the Venerable Lord!"
"Paying respects to the Venerable Lord!"
Yang Yuanhong swept his gaze over those below, then said gently, "Rise, Children of God."
Hearing this, the crowd slowly rose to their feet. Nalran had already witnessed the Venerable Lord's methods, so he remained very calm.
But this was still the first time Wudan and the others had seen such a divine miracle, and their eyes brimmed with excitement and anticipation.
"Wudan, Nalran told me that your wife has been frail and bedridden for many years. Is that true?"
"Ah, y-yes, Venerable Lord."
Yang Yuanhong's question left Wudan somewhat bewildered. He did not understand why the Venerable Lord had suddenly brought this up.
His wife had once been a barbarian cultivator as well, but ever since giving birth five years ago, she had been plagued by a strange illness. Not only had her entire body become wracked with pain and extreme weakness, even her cultivation had begun to decline.
By now, she could only lie in bed and no longer had the strength even to stand.
For five years, this matter had been a thorn in Wudan's heart.
In order to cure his wife, three years ago, he had spent a fortune to invite a Blood Pattern Realm cultivator to examine her.
Yet after examining his wife, that cultivator had likewise been helpless.
The Blood Pattern Realm cultivator told Wudan that his wife's condition might only be cured by receiving a baptism in the Divine Capital.
Upon learning this, Wudan felt utterly powerless.
Because he knew full well that lowly believers like himself would never have the chance to receive the gods' baptism.
For all these years, matters of baptism had been tightly controlled by the Royal Nobles and the temples, never