South of Chang'an, at the center of Qinling Mountains.
Zhongnan Mountain.
Mists and clouds coil around, with palaces scattered in clusters.
On the mountain, harmony and tranquility prevail, but within the temple courtyards, few people remain, as most have descended to provide disaster relief.
Chencang County.
The scorching sun bakes the cracked earth, the fields split open, wheat turns yellow and withered, as if drained of life.
The villagers lie weak and frail inside their homes, too afraid to step outside for fear of sunstroke.
This has been the reality for three years.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At this moment, the sound of iron striking rings from the village entrance.
"The Pure Yang Sect immortals have arrived! The Pure Yang Sect immortals have arrived!!"
The village chief shouts vigorously, and the ailing villagers suddenly ignite with vitality.
They grab pots and pans from their homes and rush to the streets.
At the village entrance, a dharma altar has been set up.
