Call the Wind and Summon the Rain—the True Dragon's innate divine ability, something they were born with...
It was as if he had thought of something. In an instant, all those insights connected.
That was it. To cultivators, these were divine abilities, but perhaps to True Dragons, this was simply normal. Natural as breathing, one with heaven and earth.
The unity of heaven and man.
Lu Qing's heart stirred. A thread seemed to appear within his pupils, and his mind rumbled as he gained a faint understanding of this divine ability.
Call the Wind and Summon the Rain was not about commanding wind and rain, but becoming one with nature.
Splash—
Rain fell.
Others seemed to have thought of something as well. They too did not raise any protection, instead bathing directly in the rain bestowed by heaven and earth.
This True Dragon rain lasted for nearly the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Lu Qing remained standing where he was. Only after the scenes reflected in his eyes gradually blurred, then finally dissolved entirely into spiritual light, did he slowly open his eyes and raise a hand in salute toward Myriad Dragon Lake.
Myriad Dragon Lake returned to its clear skies and gentle breeze. The water's surface became calm once more.
It was as though the scene of True Dragons soaring through the nine heavens, dark clouds blotting out the sun, had merely been a trick of the eye.
But cultivators had seen their share of strange sights. With a little thought, they understood what had happened.
He was delighted. Though he still could not use Call the Wind and Summon the Rain, he had at least caught a glimpse of its beginnings. It was no longer like before, when he could not even see the threshold