The Land of Order had rain as well.
Yet from that ocean of flames overhead, what fell were not raindrops, but clumps of blazing fire.
Whenever the stellar source erupted and the fiery clouds accumulated until they grew heavy, they turned into fire rain and fell.
In that moment, as far as the eye could see, the entire world was a falling sea of fire, stretching beyond sight.
Raging flames swallowed everything in view. People had to take shelter, while cities and tribes everywhere had to activate their protective barriers to block the pouring fire rain.
As for the trees and ores in the wilderness, only those capable of enduring the ravages of the fire rain could avoid destruction. Some even absorbed the power of the stellar source and the divine order patterns, transforming and growing until they eventually became divine weapons and elixirs for the higher races to use.
Whenever fire rain descended, everyone in this world felt as though they were burning.
Fighting, survival, strength, oppression, power, beneath one person and above ten thousand... all of it was the eternal theme of the sun.
Today was another day of falling fire rain!
Looking up, it was as though hundreds of millions of meteors were plunging down, smashing fiery craters into the earth as the entire world rumbled.
This was a world without night, so people knew neither weariness nor rest.
If one did not climb upward, one would be trampled beneath others' feet.
Just like this "meteor fire rain," the weak could not even keep a home, dying when struck by the fire rain.
The downpour swept across the entire Land of Order, burning all the way from the Wutian Realm to the opposite side of this scorching sun. That endless ocean of lava and continent was the