The people were bathed in blood.
They spread their arms wide, welcoming this blood rain. They cheered, wailed, prayed, and sang, even though their tattered clothes were stained red with Dragon Blood, they did not stop. While it seemed like some kind of evil ritual, Chen Xuan felt a strange sense of sanctity.
They were all calling out the name of Liu Shuyue.
Under this rain, Chen Xuan also felt his body slightly heat up.
"They have gained the qualification to cultivate."
He turned around, and Liu Shuyue had somehow come to stand behind him.
"They're not afraid."
"I told them that only the blood of the Dragon Demon could truly establish the disaster survivors in this desolate mountain wilderness. This blood... along with the intact dragon corpse, is my gift to them."
"So what's next? Are you going to teach the disaster survivors spells?" Chen Xuan asked, "They're not disciples of the Lotus Cloud Sect, passing techniques might cause trouble, right?"
