Green Cloud Mountain.
Hall of Myriad Longevity.
The furnace fire surged, and the fragrance of pills drifted through the air.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged beside the pill furnace, fanning the Divine Fire Fan to refine Sky Sun Pills when his sleeve suddenly trembled slightly.
"Eh?"
With a cry of surprise, he took out the Deification Roll and unfolded it, his gaze falling upon the name of the Rain Assistant God.
The two characters Dan Chen, once gleaming with golden light, gradually dimmed until they vanished, leaving a blank space on the roll.
The Deification Roll bore a secret heavenly divination art cast by the Heaven Severing Sect Patriarch. In the unseen depths, it was linked to the Orthodox Gods, and the moment something happened to Dan Chen, it produced a response.
"Before the enfeoffment has even begun, an Orthodox God has already died?"
Zhou Yi raised a brow, certain that the one who had killed the Rain Assistant God was a Rogue Cultivator.
The Nine Heavenly Lords of the Thunder Department governed the clouds and rain across the Eastern Divine Continent, each commanding nine Rain Assistant Gods. These were lowly divine posts that entailed hardship and toil without much authority; disciples of great sects would never bother competing for them.
Starting from Subordinate Ninth Rank, so long as one had the backing of a great sect, one would at least be able to serve in one of the Six Departments in the future.
"This matter demands killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, or the troubles to come will be endless."
Zhou Yi took out an oracle tube and gently shook it. "Let this poor Daoist calculate which fellow dares show so little respect!"
He spent eight hundred years of lifespan to cast the Heaven Severing Art. An Oracle Slip