"You've done well. Continue to expand the territory and bring in more believers. As a reward, I shall grant you some Divine Rice. If you keep increasing the number of followers, greater rewards will follow."
At this moment, Xia Chuan's voice echoed once more, reaching deep into the minds of many believers. The voice was commanding, filled with an immense and unyielding power.
To be honest, this public tribute was an excellent opportunity to showcase the might of the gods. If the only gift given was knowledge, only the high-ranking would benefit, and even then, they might not grasp the full weight of the gift.
For the ordinary believers, however, the benefit would be intangible. They wouldn't appreciate what the ancient gods had granted them, which would make spreading the faith challenging.
Thus, Xia Chuan decided to use the Divine Rice as a way to openly demonstrate the power of the gods. By doing so, the miracle would leave an unforgettable impression on the common people, instilling in them a deep sense of awe and fear of the gods.
In a way, showing miracles was the most effective way to strengthen faith, making countless people believe in the gods' existence.
Of course, miracles could not happen too often, or else they would lose their significance, and the believers might begin to take them for granted.
"What?!"
"Did the Divine Sovereign truly reward us with Divine Rice?"
"This is amazing! The taste of Divine Rice from last time still lingers in our mouths."
"Thank you, Divine Sovereign, for the reward! I am willing to walk through fire and water for you, to devote myself completely!"
Upon hearing this, Li Xiao and the others were overjoyed, their excitement palpable.
They had no idea that after receiving the three types of precious knowledge, they would be granted additional rewards from the Primordial Gods. It was like receiving a windfall, a blessing beyond measure, and nothing could be better.
Booming~~
As soon as the words faded, an ancient bronze door appeared in the sky, radiating an eternal and immortal aura. It resembled the Door of Truth, the Gateway to Eternity.
This portal connected the past with the future, bridging the vast void.
In the next instant, the bronze door swung open, and grains of rice, as large as rocks, began to fall from the sky, cascading down like a torrential rain.
To fully display the power of the Primordial Gods, Xia Chuan had purchased ten tons of rice. To him, this amount was inconsequential, just a drop in the ocean.
The sight of ten tons of rice descending from the sky was a terrifying one for the miniature humans.
To put it into perspective, there are 1.25 million grains of rice in 50 catties, which means 10 tons, or 20,000 catties, would contain at least 500 million grains. Each grain of rice was the size of a rock to these tiny beings. Now, 500 million massive grains of rice were falling from the sky, creating a scene of sheer devastation.
In an instant, the sky and earth were covered with the falling rice, blotting out the sun. It was as if a meteor shower had struck, an awe-inspiring event that shook the heavens.
"Look, Divine Rice is falling from the sky!"
Someone cried out, recognizing the spectacle. They had witnessed such a sight before, so they weren't as frightened this time. After all, this was a divine gift, not a punishment.
"This time, it looks like there's even more Divine Rice than last time, maybe hundreds of times more," remarked another.
Many noticed the difference; the amount of rice raining down now was far greater than before. What was once a gentle drizzle had now become a torrential downpour, a mighty storm sweeping across the land. It was as if the very heavens had unleashed their wrath, but with nothing but awe-inspiring grandeur.
"It must be because the gods are extremely pleased with us. We've gained so many more believers," Li Xiao deduced, his heart swelling with excitement.
Compared to before, the number of believers had grown by at least tenfold, reaching upwards of 10 billion. This surge in devotion naturally made the gods joyful, resulting in an even greater outpouring of their blessings.
"Divine power, haha, if that rice had fallen in the city rather than the mountains outside, we would've been crushed under its weight."
"Indeed! Divine power is beyond comprehension. We must remain pious, or we risk being destroyed."
"Exactly. As long as we please the gods, there will be no disaster—only endless rewards."
Though awestruck by the majestic power on display, many of the believers couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The gods' gifts were mighty, capable of obliterating all in their path. A single grain of rice was enough to cause unimaginable destruction.
Even if the gods showed mercy, just one small mistake could turn their blessings into a curse. Should the gods turn their attention elsewhere, the consequences would be dire.
The fall of hundreds of millions of grains of Divine Rice could very well result in the death of tens of millions.
It was unimaginable to the miniature humans just how massive a force the rice represented. Even humans on the Xuanhuang Star would be obliterated if they were caught beneath ten tons of rice.
To the miniature humans, the sheer scale of this event was akin to a natural disaster, the weight of the falling food covering dozens of cities, flooding an area of hundreds of kilometers. It was a cataclysmic event—an apocalypse in its own right.