Immortal art!
In this tiny corner of the Ancient God Domain World Cluster, an orthodox human immortal art had appeared!
This immortal art lay hidden within an indescribable broken palm. Over the long course of history, it was unknown how many times it had been practiced and used by a Supreme Being; it had long since sunk deep into every instinct of its flesh and blood.
Even though it had been dead for hundreds of millions of years, the instincts within its flesh still remained.
That instinct was triggered by the Ancient God Patriarch, who had nurtured this arm for hundreds of thousands of years, immediately unleashing terrifying might that could split mountains and crack rocks!
Amid the sound of wind, spring rain fell drop by drop like silken threads. Clouds and mist drifted hazily, as though they had arrived in the misty bloom of March, amid the scenery of a Jiangnan water town—beautiful enough to suffocate.
In a daze, everyone saw such a figure.
A beautiful, gentle woman held an oil-paper umbrella as she walked along the ridges of fields in spring. Rain threads blurred the view, the earth revived, tender shoots emerged from the grass, and everything brimmed with life.
Rain Master.
This name appeared in the hearts of all living beings.
Yet this name swiftly vanished from the minds of many beings, because their souls could not bear the information contained within it. They could not bear even the most abbreviated fragment of it, just as human eyes could not see most of the light in nature; physical hardware possessed innate shortcomings.
Only three people present were qualified to hear this name in full.
Those three, too, swiftly forgot it the instant they heard it, as though the Endless Cosmic Starry Sky rejected this name and wished