"Crack!"
Lightning lashed down like a steel whip onto a barren mountain of jagged, grotesque rocks. Arcs of electricity leaped over the rough stone surface, leaving it pitch-black.
A torrential downpour fell in answer, as if the Heavenly River had tilted. Clear rainwater relentlessly scoured this nameless barren mountain with its sparse vegetation, and the birds temporarily roosting among the strange rocks were startled by the sudden storm and fled in every direction.
Very quickly, the seeds that had been carried into crevices by the wind, or left undigested in the droppings of birds and beasts, began to sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye.
They did not need soil. As long as they took root in the rainwater, they could survive and grow.
The originally bare barren mountain had, in less than a moment, draped itself in a garment of green.
Such a tremendous change was no isolated case; it could be seen everywhere across this land.
Barren mountains became brimming with vitality, while the forests that were already dense began to surge wildly under the effect of the rain.
And these were merely the additional effects brought about by this great rain.
Song Changsheng stood in the air. Without any movement from him, the pouring rain seemed to possess awareness as it drifted past around him, not a single drop falling on his body.
Beneath this rushing curtain of rain, he saw a land covered in wounds awakening.
The lands that had originally been destroyed by war and demonic blood gradually recovered their vitality under the rain's scouring and soaking, even becoming more fertile than before.
Demonic Qi, difficult to discern with the naked eye, mingled with the earth qi produced as the land rapidly cooled and continuously steamed upward. As far as the eye could