"It's an immortal! There really are immortals! It's a miracle!"

The crowd first shouted, then knelt down, expressing their respect in the most devout way. Their hearts were filled with awe and expectation for the immortal, hoping that the immortal could save them from their dire straits.

Yan Ziyan gently waved his hand, and a gentle force slowly helped the kneeling crowd to their feet.

He cleared his throat and said in a gentle yet firm voice, "There's no need for such formalities. We are cultivators from the Xiaoyao Sect of China. We have come here to help you return to your homes and rebuild your beautiful lives."

Everyone then seemed to wake from a dream, stood up, and focused their attention on Yan Ziyan.

To their astonishment, the young man who spoke was not only handsome but also possessed an elegant demeanor, as if he were a true immortal descended to earth.

The men behind him were also distinguished by their imposing presence and upright posture. Their faces were stern, but their eyes revealed an otherworldly aura that inspired awe in everyone.

"Are you telling the truth?" one of the men asked excitedly, his eyes filled with pleading and hope. His clothes were tattered and fluttered in the wind, making him look particularly forlorn.

Yan Ziyan nodded, then took out the supplies he had prepared earlier from his storage bag. In no time, the open space was neatly piled with supplies.

The crowd was initially stunned, then they shouted, hugged and kissed, and cheered with joy!

Yan Ziyan instructed a disciple to distribute the supplies, which he had procured domestically and were intended to provide temporary relief.

Then, he beckoned the dumbfounded man over. The man was so nervous that he didn't know what to do and walked awkwardly to Yan Ziyan.

"These are healing pills. Have someone boil a large pot of thin porridge in an open area, then put half a pill in it and give it to the injured person. There are ten pills in this bottle. Come back to me for more when you've used them all. Understand?"

Yan Ziyan handed a small jade bottle to the man and explained in detail how to use it. After speaking, he turned around and arranged for the other disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect to help them clean up the scene.

The disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect displayed their unique abilities, some using magic to move the boulders, and others using spiritual power to drive tools to speed up the construction process.

Thanks to their efforts, the ruins were gradually cleared, the roads were repaved, and the houses began to be rebuilt.

People were moved to tears and offered food and water to express their gratitude to the Xiaoyao Sect.

Yan Ziyan accepted the offer with a smile, knowing that helping these ordinary people return to normal life was also part of his spiritual practice.

After several busy days, the capital of T country has been completely transformed. Although it is not as good as before, at least everyone no longer has to sleep in the wilderness.

Dalabeng, who was recommended to be the new leader, led everyone to kneel in the square and sincerely thank Yan Ziyan and his group.

"Thank you, immortals of China!" Dala Beng was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He led the people behind him to kneel down again and shout loudly to express their gratitude.

Yan Ziyan quickly waved for them to stand up, not wanting them to kneel again.

He then made a hand seal, and a screen of light appeared in the air, playing a recorded video of the "Divine Dragon Scripture".

"This is the cultivation technique of my Free and Unfettered Sect—the Divine Dragon Scripture. It is suitable for all ages and everyone can cultivate it. As for whether you can use it to ascend to the heavens and become immortals, that depends on your individual destiny," Yan Ziyan explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the crowd's emotions surged once more, erupting in cheers, with some even so excited that they wanted to kneel down and kowtow again.

Yan Ziyan quickly stopped them and continued, "We will be staying in this city for a month, and the Divine Dragon Scripture will be broadcast for a month. If you have any other needs, you can come to us to exchange supplies or pills according to this list."

As he spoke, a list flew out of thin air and landed precisely in Dala Beng's hands.

The list details common elixirs, rare and precious materials, and types of ores, and also indicates which common pills, talismans, and ordinary supplies these items can be exchanged for.

Now that the spiritual energy of Earth has been revived, the items on the list are relatively easy to find around the city.

Yan Ziyan knew that while providing temporary assistance to these disaster victims was important, it was even more important to teach them how to be self-sufficient.

Most importantly, we must guide them in their cultivation and solidify their faith in the dragon.

The square in the capital of T country was unusually quiet and peaceful on that night after the disaster.

The sky was crystal clear, dotted with countless stars, like dazzling jewels embedded in the night sky. People lay on the grass, as if they could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.

In the square, many people did not leave but stayed to continue reading the "Divine Dragon Scripture." They were immersed in it, hoping to gain more inspiration and strength from it.

Just then, a clear child's voice broke the silence: "Mommy, I saw a five-clawed golden dragon, it's so majestic!"

The sound was clear and loud, drawing disapproving glances from those around. After all, everyone was focused on comprehending the immortal techniques, and any disturbance was unwelcome.

The child's mother quickly covered the child's mouth and apologized to the people around her in a low voice, her face full of remorse: "I'm sorry, everyone, please forgive my child for being so ignorant."

Then, she whispered to the child, "Dam, everyone is diligently comprehending the magic, we can't disturb them."

However, Dam insisted on his opinion and whispered, "But, Mom, I really saw the dragon!"

His eyes were filled with curiosity and determination, as if he did not think he was wrong.

Dam turned his gaze back to the light screen, carefully observing the dragon soaring through the sky.

Suddenly, the dragon swung its tail, and Dam was surprised to find that countless colorful specks of light appeared in the sky, as beautiful as a dream.

Dam's favorite color is purple. He gently reached out his little hand, trying to touch the purple specks of light.

When his fingers touched the light spots, he felt a warm power spread throughout his body, filling him with excitement. He began to dance along with the light spots, completely immersed in this wonderful world.

Then, a spiritual energy storm appeared in the square, swirling around Dam, attracting everyone's attention.

Soon, the spiritual energy storm stopped, and Dam slowly opened his eyes, which sparkled with surprise and excitement.

He rushed into his mother's arms and happily shared with her, "Mom, I just had my marrow cleansed by the Divine Dragon Venerable! Now I can cultivate immortality like my immortal brother!"

The child's mother looked at her dirty baby and couldn't help but hold her breath, but she still gently pulled the child out of her arms and carefully examined him.

The crowd gathered around the mother and child. Despite the strong stench in the air, their eyes were filled with curiosity, eager to hear the child share his marrow cleansing process.