Their minds cleared and their wisdom opened. Bits of spells and Divine Abilities they had never understood before seemed to flash through the minds of these living beings as the rain fell upon riverbanks and mountains, nourishing the earth.
They immediately gained a far deeper understanding of cultivation principles that had once baffled them.
For the countless spiritual creatures within and beyond the mountains, this rare opportunity was an unexpected delight beyond cultivation itself.
Thus, they could not spare thought for anything else. Those who could imitate cultivators sat cross-legged and formed Dharma Seals.
Others followed the transformations of their own bodies. Like the fish, they swam freely through trickling cold streams, blowing bubbles upon the surface, poking out their heads to receive the sweet rain falling from heaven.
There were also those that walked, ran, galloped, or remained rooted in place upon the earth. At this moment, they either quietly raised their heads to gaze at the sky, bathing beneath the rain.
Or they sought a place to settle, focused their minds, gathered their strength, and refined it within their bodies.
The spiritual birds in the sky did not shy away from the wetness of the rain. Instead, they spread their wings and stood upon willow branches, avoiding the broad leaves overhead. Spirit Light flickered faintly over their bodies as they absorbed the Moonlight Rain.
The rain threads carried a faint chill. A wisp of mist rose both inside and outside the mountains. The thin clouds and mist were not dense, yet after descending to the ground with the water vapor, they curled about the mountainside and drifted over many Spirit Fields.
Wind and rain were both gentle. The rainfall was light, more like a misty spring rain that brought serenity and peace.
Clouds drifted lightly across the vault