Elder Bai's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.
The scenes unfolding before him had already broken his defenses.
They thought they had victory in their grasp and were about to take over Tianyu Divine Mountain and realize the ideal of the God of Medicine's rule. Who would have thought that things would turn out so quickly, and even the highest envoy would be captured?
Elder Bai felt incredibly humiliated. He had never been treated like this since he came into this world!
Grandma Gongsun's complexion remained rosy, and she didn't take these medical envoys seriously at all.
She withdrew her gaze and indifferently swept it over the subdued medical messengers on the battlefield.
"Take them all away and keep a close watch on them."
Several burly followers of the mountain god immediately stepped forward and dragged the limp messengers away one by one, like picking up chickens.
Elder Bai, supported by two believers, was still spitting out bloody foam, muttering to himself with unfocused eyes.
"Impossible, our plan was so meticulous..."
"Why……"
"Why was it so easy..."
He suddenly came to his senses and, with his last bit of strength, roared at the back of Old Lady Gongsun.
"Just you wait! The entire barbarian kingdom will riot for the God of Healing! You will regret this!"
Grandma Gongsun didn't stop walking; she simply turned her head to the side with a half-smile.
"Child, you underestimate us."
Her pitying gaze was as if she were looking at a spoiled child.
“You underestimate the power of the gods.”
…
Meanwhile, in a barbarian country thousands of miles away...
Inside the newly built textile factory, steam-powered looms hum rhythmically, producing a steady stream of exquisite fabrics.
In the vast farmland, the improved rice varieties sway in the wind, turning the fields golden, and the farmers' faces are filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
The bustling streets are lined with shops and teeming with people, presenting a thriving scene.
Ling Xian, accompanied by a group of mountain god followers, appeared on the high platform of the factory.
He was dressed in a blue long gown, with a refined and scholarly appearance, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
"Everyone! By divine decree of the God of Healing! There is an important matter to discuss. Everyone, immediately stop what you are doing and assemble in the square!"
His voice, amplified by the power of his voice, clearly resonated throughout every corner of the factory.
The same scene was playing out simultaneously in the fields, on the streets, and in various towns and villages of the barbarian kingdom.
Countless brainwashed people, though doubtful, dared not disobey the God of Healing's orders and put down their work to gather at the designated location.
Soon, the open space outside the factory and the ridges between the fields were filled with a dense crowd of people.
However, Ling Xian did not give a lengthy speech.
He simply nodded to the believers behind him.
The believers immediately came out carrying large wooden trays filled with countless small pills that emitted a soft, white glow.
"This is a divine pill bestowed by the God of Medicine, which can cleanse the mind and allow one to hear the purest divine pronouncements."
Ling Xian's voice rang out again.
Without suspicion, everyone stepped forward to receive the pills and swallowed them.
The pill melted instantly in the mouth, and a warm current spread throughout the body.
Those people shuddered, and the fanaticism in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by clarity.
A female worker operating a loom stared blankly at her hands, then at the dense crowd around her.
"How did I get here? I haven't finished weaving my cloth yet!"
"Yes, my rice is still in the field!"
"What exactly happened?"
The crowd was chattering amongst themselves, and occasionally someone would push or shove someone.
Ling Xian stood on the high place, looking down at the crowd below who had returned to normal, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He cleared his throat and asked loudly:
"Now, tell me loudly, which god do you believe in?"
After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted into the sky!
"It's the Mountain Goddess!"
"Of course it's the Mountain Goddess!"
"Strategist Ling! What exactly is going on? We feel like we've had a very long nightmare!"
Seeing this, Ling Xian's smile grew even brighter.
…
Tianyu Divine Mountain, a spacious and bright quiet room.
Wang Jun, Pang Hu, Li Mei, and a group of time travelers invited from the barbarian kingdom were restless.
On the table in front of them were steaming cups of fragrant tea and exquisite pastries, but no one dared to touch them.
Pang Hu stared at a piece of osmanthus cake, swallowed hard, and muttered to himself.
"Is this a last meal before someone's execution? It's so lavish."
Wang Jun frowned, watching the doorway warily, and said to a mountain god believer who was serving them tea:
"We are the enemy, what exactly do you want? Kill us or torture us, give us a straight answer!"
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."
A clear, crisp female voice came from outside the door.
Xuan Qi walked in slowly, dressed in simple sportswear, playing with a semi-transparent card in her hand, which shimmered with a faint glow.
"We don't consider you our enemies."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gently tossed the card in her hand.
A soft white light spread out like ripples, brushing over each traveler.
Wang Jun and the others felt the cold, restrictive feeling vanish instantly, and they felt much more relaxed, as if they had taken a hot bath.
Xuan Qi then smiled and explained:
"Welcome home. This is our home, the home of time travelers."
home?
Wang Jun and his group were all stunned.
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