Chapter 92

It was the moment the light touched their bodies.

The black qi on their bodies was instantly like fresh snow meeting sunlight.

It vanished in an instant.

"Hua!"

Waves of uproar rose.

It was as if parched earth had met river water.

Their spirits came back to life.

They felt the fatigue that had been clinging to their bodies for days.

In that very instant, swept clean away by those beams of white light.

Their eyes were no longer filled with despair.

Instead, they were full of vigor.

Their bodies were no longer withered and filled with black qi.

Instead, they had regained a healthy complexion.

"The gods have manifested!"

"The gods have truly manifested!"

"Heaven bless our Lotus Well Village!"

"The gods truly heard our prayers and did not abandon us!"

Standing on the village street.

The village elder of Lotus Well Village knelt down, tears streaming down his face.

Worshipping devoutly toward the figure of the Holy Light Dragon in midair.

"It's the Holy Dragon!"

"The gods have manifested!"

"Heaven bless our Lotus Well Village!"

As the village knelt down.

Everyone knelt down in worship.

Every gaze devout.

Such a holy dragon—if not the Holy Dragon, then what?

"Holy Healing Light!"

Then they heard a commanding voice.

As they were stunned by the voice coming from above.

Another wave of light, like falling starlight, descended.

In an instant, they felt their bodies enveloped by a warm radiance.

Then!

Their withered skin actually regained its vitality.

In the sky, that holy figure beneath the moonlight was like a god.

Every person in Lotus Well Village held their breath.

Devoutly gazing at that figure.

And then!

A god!

At this moment.

That figure from the heavens was their god.

"Roar!"

"Aoo!"

Just as the people of Lotus Well Village were about to worship devoutly.

They saw that holy figure let out a commanding roar.

Then!

It flew off into the distance.

In an instant, only a white silhouette remained, which soon became a single point of light.

"Village elder, my lord, I think I just saw a human figure on that Holy Dragon!"

"That's right, I even heard him speak just now!"

"It's the Beast God—the Beast God who commands the Holy Dragon!"

The village elder began to tremble.

"Legend has it that long, long ago, there was a Beast God in this area who protected the region around us!"

The village elder's whole body trembled with excitement.

He recalled the legend his father had once told him.

"The Beast God and the Holy Dragon! That's right, I've heard my father speak of it too!"

Another old man with a white beard was also streaming with old tears across his face.

……

But Chen Xuan paid no attention to the villagers' words.

He was a modern person.

He couldn't afford to play the saint at a time like this.

When he saw so many innocent villagers falling into mortal danger,

he, who had the ability to solve these things, simply couldn't bring himself to sit idly by.

So he urged Little White forward, channeling his power to drive the plague from their bodies.

"Ao—!"

The speed of the Holy Light Dragon—

in an instant, he arrived at another village.

Buxin Village.

The people of this village, just like those of Lianjing Village, were filled with despair.

And that sacred figure brought them salvation.

"It's the Beast God and the Holy Dragon! The Beast God has brought his Holy Dragon to save us!"

Many of the elderly wept tears of joy.

They prostrated themselves in pious worship.

"Old woman, find me that statue of the Beast God and the Holy Dragon that my old man left behind!"

"I want to worship it day and night!"

An old man with a head full of white hair shouted.

…

The same scene played out in the other villages—Niuwa Village, Xintang Village…

They all piously worshipped that sacred figure in the sky.

Their lips moved in fervent prayer.

That holy figure, in a single night, brought them renewed vitality.

It made the hope of living kindle once more within them.

On this one night,

that soul-stirring, majestic roar

left the nearby villages so stirred that none of them could sleep.

They piously bowed toward that departing figure.

…

Outside Holy Dragon Village, Zhao Yifeng and Zhang Beiting were utterly dumbfounded.

"What's going on? Those three Tian Ye and Wang Wa fellows are still fine!"

"Could it be—!"