Of course, this kind of rain summoning merely used a spell to stir a resonance with the laws of heaven and earth, bringing down rainfall.
But those with sufficiently formidable cultivation could simply use the spiritual energy within their own bodies to make it rain.
Yet spiritual energy was scarce in the Northern Continent. What kind of idiot cultivator would use their own spiritual energy to summon rain?
After witnessing the Northern Continent's miserable state, Ye Lin's expression grew complicated. He did not know whether he should say something.
With the Northern Continent's level of strength, was there really any need for him to borrow its power?
Now he could only hope that the Northern Continent's transcendent factions were somewhat useful. Otherwise, the Northern Continent's combined strength would not even measure up to a single top-tier sect in the Central Continent.
At any rate, that was how Ye Lin felt.
"Immortal Master, look! It's an Immortal Master!"
"Immortal Master, greetings, Immortal Master! Please, grant us a heavy rain. Not a single drop has fallen within a hundred miles for ten years. Even the great rivers have dried up. If this continues, every living thing will die out! My child is only three years old—he has yet to see this world."
"Immortal Master, please show mercy and send us a rainstorm."
"Immortal Master, we beg you."
At some point, while Ye Lin stood in the air deep in thought, a huge number of commoners had already knelt on the ground beneath him.
Every one of them was skin and bones, their faces sallow and waxen. They trembled as though they might collapse at any moment, their fate unknown.
Even some weak Demon Beasts were kneeling in the distance, all of them staring up at Ye Lin, their eyes filled with expectation.