Soon after, large raindrops began to fall with a pattering sound.
The rain nourished the parched earth, seemingly bringing hope for life.
The refugees cheered and tilted their heads back, letting the raindrops soak their faces. They opened their mouths and drank from this precious water source.
"A fairy, so this young lady is a fairy!"
"Thank you, immortal, for bestowing rain!"
"Thank you so much, immortal, for saving my life..."
Chu Wanwan did not reply to the refugees. With a wave of her hand, dense tender shoots sprouted from the originally dry and cracked ground.
The seedlings grew rapidly and eventually became countless corn stalks as tall as a person.
Then green corn sprouted from the stalk.
At this moment, Chu Wanwan spoke up, "These green corns are delicious when boiled. Go and pick some!"
"Thank you, immortal!"
"Thank you for your great kindness, God!" All the refugees knelt down and kowtowed to Chu Wanwan.
Tiny wisps of shimmering faith emanated from them, slowly converging towards Chu Wanwan. Chu Wanwan could clearly feel that warm and pure power, which strengthened her resolve to save the world.
Chu Wanwan stayed there for an hour, and the torrential rain continued for the entire hour.
No one minded getting soaked in the rain; everyone was excitedly picking corn in the field. They set up a large iron pot, and one by one, the tender kernels of corn were thrown into the pot to cook.
The corn was ripe, and a child knelt before Chu Wanwan, holding a handful of corn.
"Fairy sister, please have some corn..."
The child was very thin, but his large eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with sincerity and gratitude. Chu Wanwan looked at the child, her heart softened, and she gently took the corn.
"Thank you, child," Chu Wanwan said gently.
The child beamed with a radiant smile, as if all the hardships had been forgotten in that instant. Chu Wanwan took a bite of corn, savoring its simple, sweet taste.
She knew her efforts hadn't been in vain; these people had regained hope for life because of her. However, she also understood that many more people were waiting for her to save them.
Chu Wanwan stood up and looked at the busy yet hopeful people around her, a surge of pride welling up in her heart.
"Everyone, go home after you've harvested the corn! I will bring rain to every arid land in this world. There will be plenty of food!" With that, Chu Wanwan vanished from everyone's sight in a flash…
All the refugees knelt and kowtowed in the direction Chu Wanwan had left, their eyes filled with reverence and gratitude.
Chu Wanwan flew through the air, and many refugees fleeing the famine saw her.
"Look, what's that?"
"It's a person! No! It's a deity! It must be a divine intervention! Everyone, quickly kowtow and beg the deity to save us!"
"Please, God, save me!"
"Please God send rain..."
"..."
Chu Wanwan looked at the parched land, at the starving refugees lying haphazardly on it, and at the crowds of people kowtowing on the land.
She stopped, waved her hand, and the whole sky darkened, followed by lightning, thunder, and torrential rain.
The refugees, seeing that the gods had indeed heard their prayers, wept with joy and kowtowed in gratitude once more.
Chu Wanwan moved her hands, and divine power spread out like ripples.
The power of life swept across the dried-up rivers, causing them to surge anew, their waters flowing ceaselessly as if infused with new vitality. The cracks in the land, too, gradually healed under the influence of divine power, becoming fertile once more.
Chu Wanwan then used her magic to make various crops grow rapidly on the land.
Before long, fields of golden wheat and lush green vegetables appeared before people's eyes.
The refugees were stunned; they had never seen such a miraculous sight. They stood up, gazing at this land full of hope, their eyes filled with surprise and emotion.
"Thank God! We're saved!"
"Thank you, God!"
"I, Old Li, will go back and make a memorial tablet for the fairy, and worship it every day," an old man among the refugees said excitedly.
Seeing their joy, Chu Wanwan felt gratified. However, she knew she couldn't stay any longer; a more important mission awaited her.
She nodded slightly and said, "I hope you cherish this hard-won chance to live and live well."
After saying that, she flashed and disappeared into the horizon again.
The refugees gazed in the direction she had left, their hearts filled with gratitude and reverence. They secretly vowed that upon returning home, they would raise funds to build a temple for the fairy and worship her for generations to come.
Chu Wanwan stayed in this world for several months and completely solved the problems of drought and hunger.
The power of faith allowed her strength to increase slowly, but it was extremely difficult for a mid-level god to advance another level.
If a god lacks the power of faith, it might take tens of thousands of years to ascend to the rank of Supreme God. Therefore, Chu Wanwan is quite satisfied with her current improvement in strength.
Several months pass in the mortal realm, but only a few hours in the immortal realm.
After returning to the Immortal Realm, Chu Wanwan immediately went to a small world shrouded in plague.
This small city seemed shrouded in a gloomy haze. The once bustling streets were now deserted, shops were closed, and signs swayed slightly in the wind, appearing particularly desolate.
The streets were littered with garbage that no one was cleaning up, and it emitted a pungent smell.
Behind the tightly closed windows, one can occasionally see pairs of frightened and weary eyes, revealing their anxiety about an unknown fate.
In the city square, the once bustling fountain has dried up, leaving only a silent sculpture standing alone. A few hungry birds linger in the square, searching for any possible scraps of food.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with the stench of death, making people feel depressed and uneasy.
The entire city was like a forgotten corner, immersed in despair and pain.
Chu Wanwan walked slowly down the street when suddenly, a weak voice came from a nearby alley: "Help..."
Chu Wanwan immediately turned around and walked towards the direction of the sound.
In the alley, she saw a thin woman lying on the ground, her face pale, her eyes filled with pain and fear.
Chu Wanwan quickly squatted down and gently stroked the woman's forehead.
The woman's forehead was burning hot; she clearly had a high fever.
Chu Wanwan quickly took out a life-extending pill from her spatial storage and put it into the woman's mouth. The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, and a cool power spread throughout the woman's body.
The woman's complexion gradually improved, and her breathing became steady.
The woman slowly opened her eyes, looked at Chu Wanwan, and her eyes were filled with gratitude: "Little girl, did you save me?"
Chu Wanwan didn't speak, she just nodded.
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