Rebellion Against the Heavenly Court

With a shake of his body, he transformed into a handsome young Daoist in blue robes and landed before a ruined temple where disaster victims had gathered.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

Sun Wukong made a Daoist salute.

"This Poor Daoist has wandered here and seen this land suffering a great drought, its people in misery. I am willing to use a little magic power to call down some sweet rain and ease this burning crisis."

The disaster victims were half-believing, half-doubting, but a dead horse had to be treated as if it were alive; one after another, they knelt and begged.

Sun Wukong nodded, walked to an open space outside the temple, and put on an act of forming hand seals and chanting spells, while secretly mobilizing his magic power to connect with the water essence of heaven and earth.

"Wind, come! Clouds, come! Rain, come!"

Calling the wind and summoning the rain was no difficult thing for a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, and bean-sized raindrops crackled down onto the parched, split earth.

"It's raining! It's really raining!"

"A living Bodhisattva! No, a living immortal!"

The disaster victims rushed out of the ruined temple, crying and laughing in the rain, frantically using every container they had to catch water.

Sun Wukong watched the jubilant crowd in the rain, and the knot in his heart loosened a little. He felt rather pleased with himself.

However, the smile on his face had not lasted long when he suddenly sensed something. He abruptly raised his head, both eyes looking into the distance.

Not far away, above another village that had originally enjoyed fairly favorable winds and timely rains, the moisture was dissipating at an eerie speed, and the land was