"Zhongzhou was not always so prosperous and blessed with favorable weather from the beginning."
Just as Ji Shang could no longer endure the gaze of the Purple Cloud Divine Monarch and was about to question him, the person on the divine throne suddenly spoke.
He waved his alabaster-like slender fingers, parting the clouds beneath the three people's feet, allowing them to see more clearly the thriving vitality of Zhongzhou.
"Heavenly calamities, floods, plagues, droughts, wind scythes, demons, ghosts. The disasters encountered in other lands are more than abundant here in Zhongzhou. When I came with Wu Hao to preach in Luanzhou and Bazhou, from here to there, it was all barren and cracked land without a blade of grass. The entire Bazhou had a population of less than five million."
The man on the divine throne lowered his finger, drawing from one end to the other. In the distance he covered with one slide across the sky, a purple line traversed several thousand miles in Luanzhou.
