Torrential rain raged between heaven and earth. The sky had already darkened like dusk, and heavy thunder mixed with the dense patter of rain filled the ears.
Rain struck the rooftops and ground, splashing up a white mist of water like drifting plain gauze before finally flowing down both sides of the streets.
Jiuyao City's drainage system had been built exceptionally well. Rainwater gathering from all directions did not cause any flooding beyond its capacity.
The cold air, carrying the fresh scent of rain, rushed toward them. Everything under heaven was being washed by nature.
This was the first time Luo Chuan had seen such a violent downpour since coming to this world.
The only thing that could compare to it was the storm Yila had taken the form of when they encountered her in the sea some time ago.
Within the curtain of rain, the sweet songs of sea demons drifted faintly through the air. The dense water element in the air gave them a feeling much like being home.
It was noon, and quite a few people in teahouses and taverns were unable to leave because of the rainstorm. Cries from card games rang out in waves.
"What a heavy rain." Ji Wuhui stood before the main hall, looking at Jiuyao City shrouded in the downpour. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression filled with emotion.
Even as Emperor Tianxing, a cultivator at the peak of Seeking the Way, before such boundless might of heaven and earth, he could not help but feel small at that moment.
"The scorching summer has more or less passed. The weather will gradually cool down." Elder Bai stood nearby. He had guessed what Ji Wuhui was thinking. "Your Majesty, what do we cultivators cultivate for?"
"Of course, to command greater