Immortal arts!
Here, in the tiny Ancient God Domain World Cluster, an orthodox human immortal art had appeared!
This immortal art lay deep within an indescribable, ruined hand. Across the ages, a supreme being had practiced and used it countless times, until it was etched into every instinct of his flesh and blood.
Though he had been dead for hundreds of millions of years, those instincts remained.
The Ancient God Patriarch, who had nurtured this arm for hundreds of thousands of years, stirred that instinct—and unleashed a terrifying power that could split stone and startle the heavens!
Amid the wind, spring rain fell drop by drop like strands of silk. Clouds and mist hung in a haze, as though it were the third month of spring in a Jiangnan waterside town, beautiful enough to steal one's breath.
In a daze, everyone saw a figure.
A beautiful, gentle woman walked along a field ridge beneath an oil-paper umbrella. Rain blurred the air, the earth awakened, and tender shoots of grass emerged, brimming with life.
Rain Master.
The name appeared in the hearts of every living being.
Then it swiftly vanished from many of their hearts. Their souls could not bear the information contained in that name, not even the barest fragment of it. Just as human eyes could not perceive most of the light in nature, their physical faculties had an innate limit.
Only three people present were qualified to hear that name in full.
Yet even those three forgot it the instant they heard it, as though the boundless starry universe rejected the name and sought to erase every trace of it.
Through that beautiful spring drizzle, a terrifying killing intent surged like a tide toward the azure-clad youth and the nine deep-space fleets.
A single raindrop could drive back