The scene that unfolded before them was beyond comprehension. Eyes wide with awe and mouths agape, the people of Chang'an stood frozen as the heavens seemed to open, showering them with a divine spectacle. The celestial power was undeniable, and for the first time, they witnessed the gods’ miraculous might firsthand.
"Magnificent! Truly magnificent!" they cried, their voices trembling with excitement. The sheer scale of the event shook them to their core, for they were witnessing a divine miracle, something that could only exist in the realm of gods.
"My heavens, what is this?" one man shouted, his voice quivering with disbelief. "Is this a meteorite? How could it possess such power?"
Rushing to the city's wall, he gazed up, and what he saw would be etched into his memory forever. From the skies, an immense rain of white grains fell like a celestial storm. As they struck the earth, the very mountains themselves crumbled. Dozens of peaks were razed, their towering forms flattened as if they were mere pebbles before an unstoppable force.
The land itself groaned beneath the weight of the divine rice, the earth cracking open with deep fissures as trees and rocks shattered. What once was flat land now resembled the surface of an ancient battlefield, scarred and broken.
But amidst the chaos, there stood a mountain—no, a mountain range—formed entirely of rice. The towering heaps of white grains stretched further than any eye could see, easily outpacing the expanse of Chang'an itself.
“No, this isn’t a meteorite! This is rice! Divine rice!” someone shouted, the truth dawning on them with staggering clarity.
They stepped forward, eyes wide in astonishment. The grains of rice before them were no mere crops—they were as large as boulders, each grain the size of a rock, its weight unimaginable. A single grain could not be held by five men combined, yet here they were, blanketed in divine sustenance.
“Sacred rice,” a voice echoed. “It’s rice that the gods themselves have consumed, their divine nourishment, hence the immense size.”
The crowd was in a frenzy, their disbelief shattered by the reality before them. The gods, beings of immense stature, required grains of rice this large to sustain their mighty forms. How could mortals hope to comprehend such divine wonders?
"Do you see it now?" another voice cried. "This is the rice that the gods eat. It’s not of this world!"
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People marveled at the grandeur of the scene. Each grain, each mountain of rice, represented a force beyond comprehension, a miracle sent directly from the gods. It was a gift, a blessing from the divine.
The miracles performed by the Primordial Gods were no longer mere myths. This was a tangible manifestation of their will, and with it, faith spread like wildfire. Those who had once doubted the existence of gods now found themselves humbled, their belief growing stronger with every passing moment.
"How could such a thing exist?" one man whispered. "A single grain of rice could feed a family for months! Just think of how many lives this will save!"
The fervor in the crowd was palpable, as their hearts swelled with devotion to the gods. Their disbelief turned into unwavering faith, and with that faith, a tremendous power of belief surged from them. The gods had performed a miracle, and the people had witnessed it firsthand.
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Meanwhile, within the Heart of Tang...
Li Xiao and his closest advisors rushed to the site, their hearts racing with excitement and reverence. What lay before them was a sight beyond anything they had ever imagined. A mountain of rice, greater in scale than any mountain they had known, loomed before them, casting its divine shadow over the land.
Even though Li Xiao and his court had been witness to many divine acts, the sheer magnitude of this event overwhelmed them. It was beyond description.
"Your Majesty," one of the courtiers gasped, overwhelmed with emotion. "This... this is salvation! With this rice, our entire Tang Dynasty could eat for years! The famine, the drought—gone in an instant."
The curse of hunger, which had plagued them for so long, was now a distant memory. With such abundant food, the nation would thrive, unshaken by the misfortunes that had once threatened its stability. No longer would Tang face the specter of famine or hunger.
But there was more to the divine rice than mere sustenance.
"Not only that," a general said, his voice filled with awe, "this rice is teeming with extraordinary energy. Even a warrior could consume just a small portion and feel their strength restored, their cultivation soaring."
The martial warriors of Tang, known for their insatiable hunger, could now feed upon this divine rice, replenishing their energy with but a handful. Their appetites would be sated, and their power would grow—such a gift could not be overlooked.
"Truly, the gods are generous beyond measure," another courtier said in reverence. "To think we are fortunate enough to partake in such a miraculous gift."
The intoxicating aroma of the divine rice seemed to rejuvenate the very air itself. "I feel as if I've been granted years of life simply by inhaling this fragrance," another officer murmured.
But Li Xiao, ever vigilant, quickly gave the order. "Enough talk. We must secure this rice immediately. Ensure no one steals it, and guard it with your lives."
His belief in the Primordial Gods had grown stronger still. Their power, their grace—it was unfathomable, and with it, the future of Tang was sealed. This was no mere blessing; it was the foundation upon which their empire would rise.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldiers responded in unison, their voices filled with renewed vigor. They knew that in securing this sacred gift, they were protecting the very lifeblood of the kingdom itself.