There was no doubt that the Yunmeng Dragon Lord, master of the Rain Summoning Grand Divine Ability, had the power to defeat the powerful enemies who had come to ambush him.
The Rain Summoning Grand Divine Ability drew water from the Heavenly River and sent it pouring down. Its rain severed spiritual energy and life, turning thousands of miles of fertile land into a vast marsh.
This was heavenly might beyond the limits of cultivators, a height that individual strength could scarcely reach.
Yet summoning such power from heaven and earth would inevitably engulf the countless people under the Great Marsh Waters. Beneath this Grand Divine Ability, which even a True Dragon could not withstand, not a soul could survive.
But the Yunmeng Dragon Lord had chosen to protect the people, abandoning his last chance to defeat his powerful enemies and reclaim authority over the Great Marsh Waters.
Though the Yunmeng Dragon Lord spoke lightly, Shen Yuan could imagine how difficult a choice the Dragon Lord had faced ten thousand years ago before giving up the chance to use Rain Summoning.
In the struggle among Water Tribe gods, the Yunmeng Dragon Lord might have been a defeated loser with no hope of recovery, his subordinates all traitors and his Dragon Palace princes slaughtered to the last.
But to the countless people under the Great Marsh Waters, he was a Dragon Lord truly worthy of worship.
Shen Yuan finally understood why, even ten thousand years after the Yunmeng Dragon Palace had collapsed, people still offered sacrifices to this Dragon Lord.
After all, gods were not all the same.
Shen Yuan slowly raised the teacup in his hand, his expression solemn.
"To the Dragon Lord!"
As the words fell, Shen Yuan drank the tea in his cup in one go, using it