With that one sentence, the laughter grew even more intense.
However, Martial Artist Shen Yu didn't give them any time to react.
He simply raised both hands, and pulled outward.
In an instant, vast swathes of Gray Mist rolled forth in midair, and sack after sack of rice fell out; some struck the rubble and burst open with a boom, spilling pure white grains all across the ground.
"——!!!"
Everyone, especially those still mocking, felt as though their throats were suddenly clamped shut!
One person was even choked, coughing violently until their face turned red.
Yet none of them paid any mind to this.
They simply stared blankly, in utter disbelief, at the sight before them.
What is this!!
Is it truly food?
This must be an Illusion Technique!
"Puh!"
The sound of blood being spat out came from the side, and it was none other than the equally wide-eyed West Mountain Saintess.
Reversing True Essence to rush through the meridians is the fastest way to discern and break free from an illusion.
But nothing in front of her changed!
The West Mountain Saintess tottered over to a sack of rice, reached out, feeling the grains slide from her fingertips, even picking up a few to put directly into her mouth.
It's food—real, genuine food!
Though the worlds may be different, this one too takes grains as its staple.
Glancing at the Gray Mist still spilling rice from the sky, in just these brief moments, it had piled up into a mountain!
Whoosh——!
A figure suddenly appeared next to Martial Artist Shen Yu; it was the Moonstone City Lord.
This city lord, nearly fifty years of age, now mimicked the West Mountain Saintess's actions, personally verifying the authenticity of the rice, then turning to his son-in-law, still calm as ever. Mouth agape, not a word would come out, even his lips trembling.
He'd lived through countless trials, more battles of life and death than he could remember.
Even in the face of this unprecedented Heavenly Calamity, he'd only felt worry and powerlessness, but never helplessness.
But now, he was struck by the greatest shock of his life!
Not only Moonstone City Lord and West Mountain Saintess—even more so the rest—those who had minutes ago been mocking were now dead silent, some collapsing to the ground, staring vacantly at the Gray Mist still pouring down rice from the sky.
Even if they searched every ounce of their thoughts and scoured their understanding, there was still no explanation for what they saw!
Except for one—Immortal!
Is there truly an Immortal in this world?!
"Father-in-law, West Mountain Saintess." Martial Artist Shen Yu waved his hand, dissipating all the Gray Mist, and then spoke calmly, "Since the rice has been verified as real, why not store it in the warehouses and enter the city to discuss?"
"Good, good!" The Moonstone City Lord's eyes upon Martial Artist Shen Yu were utterly different now.
The only explanation he could think of was indeed: Immortal!
In this world, Martial Arts is nothing more than speed and strength.
Aside from that, however odd some techniques, they never step outside these bounds.
Some might be able to use Inner Strength and Primordial Spirit Power to accomplish seemingly impossible feats, but those are essentially Blinding Techniques.
But a scene like this, absolutely no one could pull off!
Let alone anything else—just moving all this food here without being noticed by so many people would be impossible for Martial Arts!
"There truly are Immortals in this world, and my son-in-law—is he really an Immortal descended?" The Moonstone City Lord now felt utterly dazed.
At this moment, the crowd remained in dead silence. Though moments ago, either side was on edge, now all was different.
One after another, people stepped forward, hefting bag after bag of rice—the scent, the weight, every part shaking their understanding of reality.
Some even stripped off their cloaks, picking up every spilled grain one by one. Even those stuck in the cracks between stones had to be carefully salvaged—gone was any air of warrior pride.
For those who had truly witnessed famine and the tragic deaths of countless souls, these grains of rice had become the most precious treasure!
Outstripping all else.
This was why Martial Artist Shen Yu did not gather up the rice again with the Gray Mist—he wanted everyone to feel it with utmost reality!
The whole way there, no one spoke.
Until the masters had carefully carried all the rice to the closely guarded warehouse, did they finally let out a long breath.
"Virtuous son-in-law." The Moonstone City Lord seemed to snap back to reality, turned to Martial Artist Shen Yu, his manner cautious, even unconsciously using a honorific, "Just now, did you say this food was borrowed from outside the heavens?"
Thankfully, those trained in martial arts have keen hearing and memory.
Even if they thought Martial Artist Shen Yu was crazy at first, they still remembered his words clearly.
If it's borrowed, does it need to be returned?
Returned to whom? To the heavens above?
"This is exactly what I wished to explain to father-in-law." Martial Artist Shen Yu glanced at the West Mountain Saintess, "You may all listen, for it is nothing that needs to be hidden."
The West Mountain Saintess nodded slightly, but those behind her buzzed with excitement, one after another.
This is an Immortal—might there be an Immortal Fate?
In this Martial Arts World, masters could do what others only dreamed, but the legends of Immortals ran even deeper.
Nothing else; just the hope for Longevity alone was a wish burning through countless martial experts in history!
And all the Moonstone City folk brimmed with joy.
The others didn't need to leave, so they too could stay.
At this moment, everyone gazed at Martial Artist Shen Yu with fervor and even reverence.
"First, our world is not unique." Martial Artist Shen Yu raised his hand, and a stream of light appeared before everyone, condensing into a colossal planet.
All could see clearly at its center, places they knew well.
There was the forest of Moonstone City; that was West Mountain; and over there, East Splendor City Alliance....
"So, our world looks like this." Some people murmured instinctively, full of shock, certain that this was true Immortal Technique before their eyes!
No wonder—an Immortal can do what surpasses imagination!
Even Martial Artist Shen Yu found it somewhat wondrous.
The omnipotent Gray Mist truly was like Mana.
Perhaps even stronger.
Whatever you could imagine, you could create.
"Beyond our world, there are countless worlds like it."
Martial Artist Shen Yu waved again—the planet shrank into a globe of light, now joined by more and more planets, densely packed all around.
"This is the Vast World; the Endless Heavens!"
Everyone's eyes widened, transfixed by the vision. Half in a stupor, they felt in their bones that this immense world was but a speck in the ocean.
Endless Heavens, Vast World—how vast, how mighty!
If worlds themselves are so,
how small, how insignificant must they be!