The next morning, the two hurriedly had breakfast and went out.
At this moment, unbeknownst to anyone, a cultural movement about to rewrite history was on the verge of rising in this Ownerless Land.
The Fire-Swallowing Tribe, ignorant for thousands of years, finally welcomed their prophet.
The people of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe generally get up when the first rays of the dawn appear. By now, they had already completed a round of morning hunting, and the tribe was piled with food.
After drinking the Immortal Water bestowed by the Celestial God yesterday, everyone felt their bodies brimming with energy, and even those who had been ill for a long time were restored to health.
Just as everyone was preparing to deliver the spoils to the Celestial God, they saw that the Celestial God had already come.
The Celestial God indeed kept his promise; saying he would come today, and here he was.
Deeply moved, the crowd lined up to kowtow once again.
