Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Bow Down To God
As the ten tons of rice continued to fall from the heavens, the very ground trembled under its immense weight. The sheer force of the impact caused an earth-shattering vibration, one so intense that it seemed to ripple through the land itself. The once towering mountains, stretching high into the sky, were flattened in an instant, as if they were mere obstacles in the path of divine power.
The ground, once rugged and uneven, was now transformed into a vast, smooth plain that stretched hundreds of miles in every direction. It was as though the gods themselves had reached down and reshaped the very earth, erasing the mountains with a single wave of their might. The power to reshape the terrain in such an instant, to turn a chaotic landscape into an even expanse, left the onlookers stunned.
"Impossible…!" one of the citizens whispered, his voice trembling with awe. "The gods truly have the power to reshape the land itself."
The magnitude of what they were witnessing sank in deeply, as the massive piles of rice—each grain as heavy as a rock—continued to settle. These enormous grains now lay scattered across the plains, covering the land like an ocean of divine blessings. The weight of the rice had literally crushed the very mountains, and the immense scale of the transformation left everyone speechless.
Many rushed out of the city gates, driven by a mixture of curiosity and awe. They made their way toward the wild expanse, where the fallen rice had created a mountain-like presence. As they approached, the enormity of the scene began to settle in. The massive mounds of rice towered before them, far beyond anything they had ever seen.
It was as if the land had been turned upside down. The sheer scale of the rice—its size, its weight, and the impact it had on the landscape—made them feel as though they were standing before an immovable force. The mountains that had once defined the region had been erased, leaving nothing but flat plains stretching as far as the eye could see.
Standing before this divine transformation, the people felt small and insignificant, their lives suddenly dwarfed by the power that had reshaped the earth. It was as if they had become nothing more than a grain of dust in the face of the gods' unimaginable power.
"Is this really a blessing, or is it a test from the gods?" one of the townspeople murmured, fear mingling with reverence in their voice. "This power… it is beyond our understanding."
But there was no doubt in their hearts that they were witnessing something divine, something far greater than mortal comprehension. The gods had shown their immense strength, and now the people stood in awe, knowing they had been touched by something far beyond their world. The divine power that had reshaped the very earth before them was undeniable, and they could only bow their heads in humble submission, overwhelmed by the weight of the miracle they had witnessed.
The realization hit them all like a wave, sweeping away any remaining defiance. As they stood in the shadow of the monumental rice, now scattered across the land like boulders, the powerlessness they felt was overwhelming. They were no longer rulers of their own fate; their lives were now at the mercy of the gods.
"Is this what it means to face true power?" one of the dignitaries whispered, his voice barely audible, as he looked at the flattened mountains and the endless expanse of sacred rice. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble, as if even the earth itself could feel the weight of the divine gift—or was it a warning?
The general's words echoed in their minds. They had been blinded by pride, by the illusion of control, only to realize that their kingdom was nothing more than a speck in the vastness of divine will. The Tang kingdom, with its gods, could crush them without a second thought. Their resistance had been a futile dream.
"As long as the gods are with Tang, our resistance is pointless," the general continued, his eyes hardening as he surveyed the once-proud land of Thunder. "The gods are not bound by mortal constraints. No army, no matter how vast, could ever stand against the force of nature they command. It is a mistake to think that we, as mortals, could defy them."
A deep silence followed, broken only by the distant echoes of those still gathered around the rice. The truth had sunk in, heavy and unavoidable. The power of the gods was limitless, and there was no way to fight against it.
"We must yield," another noble murmured, defeated. "It is the only way."
Indeed, in the face of such overwhelming power, resistance seemed absurd. Mortals had long underestimated the might of the gods, and now they were paying the price. No army, no strategy could ever hope to rival the sheer scale of divine wrath or favor.
"The only choice now is surrender," a third noble spoke, his voice trembling with fear and acceptance. "We must offer our allegiance to Tang. The gods will not tolerate defiance."
Their thoughts, once filled with schemes of rebellion and defiance, now turned toward survival. They had seen firsthand the price of angering the gods, and their only hope lay in offering fealty to the ancient powers that ruled their world. If they did not submit, death or exile would be their fate.
As they looked at the divine miracle before them, the mountains flattened beneath the weight of sacred rice, they knew their world had irrevocably changed. The age of mortal power was over. Now, only the gods would hold sway over the future.
"We will bow to the gods," they muttered in unison, the realization of their insignificance sealing their fate. The kingdom of Thunder had no choice but to accept its place in the new order—an order ruled by the gods and their chosen sovereigns. Anything less would mean destruction.
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