Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Capítulo 1849: Chapter 1817: The Death of the Master of Rain

Rain Master Divine Palace.

Located in the western Xingtian Dao Court, this Divine Court serves as one of the major weather hubs of the realm, overseeing the divine duties of rain across numerous worlds, hence the endless offering of incense fire from people all over the world, forming clouds.

The duty of rain is indeed crucial.

From the fields of mortals in the Human World, to lakes and rivers, and even places nurturing Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, where does not require rainwater?

If there is a lack of rain, crops in the fields will wither, rivers and lakes will dry up, resulting in the death of many mortals and Divines.

This divine position is considered high and influential, affecting billions of lives, it is a core position of the Divine Dao, possessing the potential power to sway the Dao Court.

Therefore, many Divine Dao civilizations split this position into four separate divine duties: Master of Rain, Marquis of Wind, Duke of Thunder, and Mother of Lightning. Any large-scale rain must be granted by the Dao Court’s decree, confirmed by the four gods of weather, otherwise, to rain without permission and not obey orders is an extremely serious crime, even rebellion, potentially leading to the death of Divines, thus it is sternly regulated.

In fact, despite the authority, the Master of Rain, although noble by title, cannot make unilateral decisions about rain and faces numerous constraints, not fully matching the name of the divine position.

Yet, even so, no Divine dares to underestimate the Master of Rain.

The Master of Rain strictly adheres to the Dao Court’s decrees for each rain, not daring to increase or decrease even a fraction of rainwater, not daring to delay the timing of rainfall by even a second, with no room for flexibility.

But where do the decisions regarding the amount and timing of rain come from?

Is it not from the opinions of meteorological Divines like the Master of Rain, agricultural Divines, city deities managing production in various regions?

Among these consultative Divines, the Master of Rain’s opinion is certainly significant.

Though far from making decisions alone, having significant influence is inevitable.

“…Back again.”

Yu Yong emerges from a vortex, appearing within the Rain Master Divine Palace.

This is a palace formed by pure white cloud Qi, numerous streams flow through the clouds, falling down, then returning to the highest point, circulating repeatedly, a constant downpour fills the air, the sound of rain never ends, surrounded by thick water vapor, almost overwhelming.

This extremely abundant moisture makes beings uncomfortable, not suitable for living.

Yet for Yu Yong, upon entering, a warm and comfortable feeling washes over him, as if returning to his mother’s womb, his Divine Soul and Mana growing subtly over time.

“Greetings, Master!”

A group of Clam Girls and Fish Girls gracefully bow, surrounded by a phalanx of Shrimp Soldiers, Crab Generals, and Fish Soldiers as guards.

“Hmm.”

Yu Yong finds nothing unusual, silently walking among the rain-filled palace, asking, “Where is the main body?”

“Master,”

“The Great Master is with Wind God, Thunder God, and Electric Mother in cloud gathering and rain spreading.”

A nearby Clam Girl answers crisply, “In the Domain between, wars have raged for thousands of years, causing great impact. Though many agricultural divines provide care, setting limits, the production of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures is still affected. The Dao Court issued a Class B decree reprimanding a century ago, causing the Great Master to be busy these past years, discussing with agricultural divines how to minimize losses.”

“Absurd.”

“What does the decline in production of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures have to do with us?”

Yu Yong frowns slightly, “The great struggle of the Qi Fortune Dynasty is a heavenly policy set by the Dao Court, providing a vast amount of Divine Soul raw materials to the divines of the Ministry of Works, resulting in the continuous production of divine weapons and expansion of the Dao Court’s God Army, isn’t this an achievement?”

“Master,”

“That’s how it’s said.”

The Clam Girl smiles wryly, “But the decline in production of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures is indeed real, and the Dao Court’s penalties are according to law, no one can be exempted.”

“Whatever.”

Yu Yong stops talking.

Surrounded by numerous aquatic creatures, he arrives at the center of the Rain Master Divine Palace, near a vast white jade platform.

This is the center for rain in more than half of the Great Thousand World, the Divine Dao’s treasured Heavenly Rain Platform.

At this time, a white-haired elder with fluttering sleeves sits on the Heavenly Rain Platform, holding a ceramic bowl in his left hand, dipping deep blue drops of water from the bowl with the right, and casting them upon the Domain Star Map before him.

Each deep blue water drop can divide infinitely, falling into the various Minor, Medium, and Great Thousand Worlds, transforming into rain droplets, descending upon the earth.

Not far from this white-haired elder with fluttering sleeves, several divine figures appear similarly performing actions, the Duke of Thunder beats a great drum, Mother of Lightning flashes the Thunder Mirror, Marquis of Wind uses a wheel fan to stir strong winds, causing countless sounds of wind to emerge in each world, arriving in the Human World with the rain droplets.

Wherever the divine light from Xingtian Dao Court encompasses, the weather changes.

This is the authority of Divines, acting in accordance with Heaven, managing the transformation of world rules, achieving utmost detail, far surpassing individual cultivators managing things individually.

They perform these actions efficiently and meticulously, displaying immense productivity that astounds.

In the Immortal Path World, productivity is power!

It is martial strength!

Thus, after several months, the four gods of weather finally completed their spells, arranging the rainfall for the numerous worlds in the coming centuries, each letting out a long sigh, revealing relaxed smiles.

The virtual figures of Thunder God and Electric Mother bid farewell and departed.

Marquis of Wind’s figure gradually solidified, truly arriving within the Rain Master Divine Palace, these two gods have always been close, and today is a visit.

Marquis of Wind is a translucent blue figure, seemingly composed of airflow.

“Feng, taking this rare leisure, let’s drink heartily until we’re satisfied!”

The Master of Rain holds Marquis of Wind’s hand, chatting while walking down the Heavenly Rain Platform.

“Good, good.”

Marquis of Wind smiles, “In the Beidou Star Domain, the fighting between Thunder Department’s gods is incredibly intense, we might be summoned to battle any day.”

“Truly at that time, if we haven’t finished drinking, wouldn’t it be unsatisfying?”

“Hahaha…”

The Master of Rain laughs.

The two summon Clam Girls, Fish Girls, and Butterfly Girls to perform music and dance, with the pleasant sound of silk bamboo, they indulge in the feast for a long time, only then do they notice Yu Yong standing quietly not far away.

“You’ve reincarnated back?”

“How do you feel?”

The Master of Rain burps slightly, asks casually.

This is one of his Divine Soul avatars, another self, not a subordinate, thus there’s no airs in his question.

Such events have occurred many times in the past.

“I feel attached to the Human World and the mortals.”

“I want to save that woman.”

Yu Yong murmurs.

Which woman, as the main body naturally knows.

“Normal, very normal.”

“Without attachment, why do we reincarnate?”

The Master of Rain is indifferent, “But these attachments will disappear once you merge with me, you need not worry about that woman, just a fleeting cloud.”

“How can Divines develop feelings for food?”

“Moreover, this food may even be harmful, potentially destroy us, ultimately a hidden danger.”

The Master of Rain is particularly patient with another self, enlightening, “The Emperor and many Divine Dao Venerables seem to be attempting to create a new race named Spirit Clan to replace the Human Race, a new source for incense power, this matter seems promising.”

“If successful, we no longer need to suffer.”

“Hmm.”

Yu Yong sighs, finds a place to sit, not improving.

The Master of Rain isn’t surprised, continues feasting with Marquis of Wind, frolicking with Clam Girls and Fish Girls for months, only then does he inhale through nose and mouth, absorbing Yu Yong as a wisp of light blue smoke into his Divine Soul, merging with the original Divine Soul.

Instantly!

The Rain Master about to drink suddenly stiffens.

His pupils contract rapidly, seemingly about to give birth to some emotion.

However, this nascent emotion vanished before emerging.

“Yu, what’s wrong?”

Marquis of Wind, puzzled, glances at his old friend.

“Nothing,”

“Just this time, the reincarnated avatar’s emotions are quite intense.”

The Rain Master shakes his head with a smile, raises his cup, “Come, Feng, let’s keep drinking, we mustn’t waste this wonderful time!”

“Hahaha!”

“Drink, drink!”

Marquis of Wind laughs heartily.

The feast in the Rain Master Divine Palace continues unchanged.