"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Soaked from head to toe, Lin Qiye lowered his head and coughed violently. That mass of water had appeared far too suddenly and had nearly poured straight into his lungs.
It took him a long while to recover from his coughing fit. Looking at his drenched body and the large puddle on the floor, Lin Qiye fell silent.
The good news was that this ability worked on Great Xia's poetry as well.
The bad news was... this thing did not distinguish between friend and foe?!
In other words, Lin Qiye could indeed use poetry to affect his surroundings, but he could not perfectly control the "effect" itself. He did not know whether he was simply not proficient enough with it yet, or whether the ability was inherently this damned unreliable.
There was another issue: the ability did not seem particularly powerful.
Lin Qiye was already a powerhouse of the "River" realm, and The Sky's Poet was also considered divine power. Yet even with the two combined, he had only summoned that little bit of water.
Judging from the size of the puddle on the ground, the water that had just appeared was only about the volume of a barrel of bottled water.
Could it be that his resonance with the poem was still insufficient?
But how was he supposed to improve his resonance with poetry?
After pondering for a moment, Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes in the darkness.
A waterfall began to take shape in his mind—a majestic waterfall hanging high above the nine heavens!
Raging water roared down from the clouds into the mortal world, like a white silk ribbon cast down by the heavens. It stretched for miles, its end nowhere in sight. The booming rush of water was like thunder rolling through