For the believers like Li Xiao, witnessing such a scene a second time only deepened their sense of awe, admiration, and fanatic devotion to the Primordial Gods. They felt a profound reverence, almost as if they were in the presence of divine majesty. Their faith had only grown stronger, and the sight of such a miraculous event further solidified their unwavering belief.
But for the people of Thunder Country, who had never seen such miracles before, the overwhelming spectacle of the rice falling from the sky was nothing short of terrifying. Panic spread like wildfire through the land, and people's faces twisted with fear.
"Look, it's a meteorite! The sky is falling, we're doomed! Run!"
Someone screamed in terror, pointing up at the sky. The sight of what seemed to be a massive meteor storm, darkening the sky and blotting out the sun, caused widespread hysteria.
"It's a meteorite! It's coming to destroy us!" others cried in panic, the thought of their destruction overwhelming their minds. They imagined the sky itself was turning against them, an impending disaster that could wipe them off the face of the earth.
"Escape? There's nowhere to run! The meteorites cover hundreds of miles!" someone shouted in desperation. The panic in their voices was palpable.
Even the diamond-level warriors, those known for their strength and speed, trembled in fear. Their abilities couldn't compete with the speed of the falling rice. No matter how fast they could run, they knew they couldn't outrun the torrent of destruction bearing down on them.
In their minds, there was no escape—this was an inescapable catastrophe, and the end was near.
"Oh my God, is this divine punishment? Is the God angry with us? Is this why the meteorites are falling? To destroy us all?"
"Did the God send these meteorites because we weren't devout enough? Did our lack of faith anger them? Please forgive us, we won't dare again, we swear!"
The fear was overwhelming, and the citizens of Thunder Country, overwhelmed by the sight of the enormous rice grains plummeting toward them, fell to their knees in terror. Faces pale and ashen, many were so frightened that they couldn't control themselves.
Some began to pray fervently, begging for mercy, their voices shaking with desperation.
"Master God, please spare our lives! We will worship You with all our hearts from now on! We promise we will never offend You again!"
The very sight of the divine rice, falling from the sky like a celestial catastrophe, had completely shattered their composure. It was a spectacle of divine power that overwhelmed them, and they could not comprehend that this was a gift, not a punishment. For them, it was a sign of impending doom, and they could only hope for mercy.
As the realization dawned upon them, the air shifted from overwhelming panic to awe and disbelief. The once terrified citizens of Thunder Country, who had expected annihilation, began to look up in wonder at the falling "meteorites," now understood to be the miraculous grains of sacred rice.
"Wait… these are not meteorites…" one of the officials stammered, his voice trembling with awe. "They're grains of rice, divine rice from the gods!"
A collective gasp echoed through the crowd, their earlier fear quickly transforming into excitement and disbelief.
"God rice? The rice of the gods? It's true then! It wasn't a punishment!"
The realization spread like wildfire. The so-called meteorites were nothing more than enormous grains of sacred rice, each one as large as a boulder, and falling like a torrential rain upon the land. It wasn't destruction— it was a divine reward.
"My God, this is the sacred rice of the legends!" one of the townspeople shouted, a tone of both reverence and shock in his voice. "I thought it was just a fairy tale, but now… now I'm seeing it with my own eyes!"
The masses were in awe. The sacred rice, a blessing said to come only from the gods themselves, was falling from the heavens, and with it came the promise of prosperity, strength, and divine favor. The sheer size of the rice grains—comparable to rocks—was overwhelming, and they realized they had been given a rare, unprecedented gift.
"Yes, I remember now," another said, his voice filled with excitement. "The Kingdom of Tang received this during their memorial. Each grain of rice is said to be as large as a rock, capable of feeding thousands. This is a divine blessing! We are witnessing the power of the gods, and we are truly fortunate!"
Many fell to their knees, their hearts filled with gratitude and awe. What had started as a fearful day had turned into a celebration of divine favor. The realization that the gods had chosen to bless them—rather than punish them—was something they could never have imagined.
"This is a miracle!" shouted another. "We've been chosen! The gods are pleased with us!"
As the immense grains of rice continued to fall, a sense of unity and wonder filled the air. The people of Thunder Country were no longer terrified—they were inspired, united in the belief that the gods had shown them mercy and favor. Their faith was now undeniable, and they knew that from this moment on, their devotion would be rewarded.
"Thank you, Lord of the Gods," they whispered in unison, their voices trembling with reverence. "We will follow you with all our hearts."
The sight of the divine rice, falling from the heavens like a rain of blessings, solidified their faith. They had been given a chance to prove their worth, and now, there was no turning back. They would serve the gods with the utmost devotion, ensuring that such a miracle would never be forgotten.
Indeed, the power of the gods had been revealed, and it had left an indelible mark on the hearts of those who had witnessed it.