"Li Qingxian wrote River Guard Journey to call upon literary cultivators with blood in their veins, urging them to revise poetry to defend the river and reclaim lost lands. Though this old man is lacking in talent, I too shall revise poems in response, that I may fulfill his name."
"Today..."
The old man raised his head to look at the sky. Su City had been dry for many days, and he had been considering asking the Dao Sect to perform a spell.
"Why not revise a wind-and-thunder poem today, summon rain, and water the earth?"
Thus, Sun Rongzhu opened his poetry collection and revised the poems one by one.
"Since ancient times, rain has brought much desolation; I say a rainy night surpasses a clear dawn. Purple lightning streaks through black skies above the clouds, drawing divine thunder down upon the emerald heavens..."
Sun Rongzhu looked up at the sky. Literary qi surged in his chest, joining with the poem to gather into a Battle Poem. Divine light shot straight into the heavens.
Rumble...
Heavenly clouds blanketed the sky, lightning churned in wild currents, and then dozens of thunderbolts burst high above. Every single one was enough to heavily wound a Third Rank Devil Cultivator.
"This power... is greater than I imagined. It is still a little lacking. Change it to... 'draws all' would be better... Let me try..."
Then heavenly lightning flashed chaotically through the sky again. There were more bolts, but they were weaker; only the thunder grew louder.
"It has become somewhat broad and unfocused. Change it to 'draws a lone thunderbolt down upon the emerald heavens'... Try again..."
Crack...
An entire thick bolt of lightning exploded across the sky, like a thunder tree holding up the heavens. It illuminated a hundred li and shook the