Rain was falling.
It was a soft, pattering spring rain that should have brought new life. But fine golden threads ran through it, like steel knives scraping bone, stripping away every rule that did not belong to the natural world, including those shaped by the personal will of intelligent beings.
Beneath the downpour, the rules of space and life that people had bent to their purposes shattered inch by inch. Heaven and earth regained their pristine nature, as though creation had just begun and the world had returned to its first form.
That was what it did to heaven and earth.
For Swamp True Venerable and the Jade-Green Toad, it was torture akin to being carved by a thousand knives!
They could only watch as every rule of space and life within reach of their divine senses was stripped away and shattered. They became blind and deaf, unable to extend their divine senses outward or draw on the rules of heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.
The two became lonely islands in darkness within the immortal cultivation world, spurned by the Dao of Heaven.
Vast amounts of spiritual energy and Great Dao rules surrounded them, yet they could not borrow a shred. They could only watch the overwhelming might of heaven and earth come crashing down.
"What kind of sword art is this?"
Swamp True Venerable cried out in terror.
"This sword is called Raincalling."
Jiang Ding was happy to share the fruits of his research. "I named it after the legendary immortal art of calling wind and rain. Of course, my sword art falls far short—not even its surface. I can't make every mighty foe die when the raindrops fall. All I can do is sever a cultivator's connection to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
"Fellow Daoist