The rain was pouring down, and as far as the eye could reach, one could only see thin streams of water pouring down from the sky.
The rainstorm seemed to know that the flood-control mission had already reached the last moment. Therefore, the rain was even heavier than the previous two years. Heavy streams of water smashed down from the sky, making people feel suffocated.
The hillside where these people rested was protected by a magic formation set up by a Maguspriest. An invisible dome blocked the rain. The hillside was still damp and cold, but it was much better than the other areas.
The damp firewood was gradually dried by the bonfire. In the dense smoke, the fire grew brighter and brighter. A few cast-iron pots were hung above the bonfire, and the steaming hot tea had been boiling.
Everyone, regardless of their status, sat on the ground around the bonfire and drank the thick tea in large mouthfuls. A warm feeling spread in their stomachs, and everyone had a smile on their faces. The fragrance of the tea made everyone feel that they were still alive. Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ji Hao and Si Wen Ming sat side by side on a wet log, surrounded by quite a few familiar faces of Ji Hao.
Huaxu Lie, Lie Mountain Kang, many earls and marquis who supported Si Wen Ming, and many ministers under Si Wen Ming's command and You Chong Clan's command. All of them looked haggard, and an extreme fatigue could be sensed from their bones.
Princes from super-large clans, earls and marquis from ordinary clans, ministers, and commanders, all of these noble human leaders were wearing ragged clothes, looking even more miserable than beggars.
Ji Hao even saw a few water weeds coiled in Huaxu Lie's hair, and a tiny toad squatting on Lie Mountain Kang's head. The two princes, who used to be pampered and noble, didn't even have the time to clean their faces. Instead, they were gulping tea like those ordinary people in the distance.
In the past few years, Ji Hao had been immersed in the embryo of the great Dao of evolvement, studying and understanding the great Dao contained in it, leaving only a small part of his spirit to control his own body. However, Ji Hao had also heard countless stories about Si Wen Ming and his brothers.
Among them, Si Wen Ming passed by his home three times, but didn't come in … But Ji Hao also knew that this was far more than three times. Si Wen Ming had been traveling back and forth between Pu Ban City and other 'battlefields' for the flood-control mission. He had been back and forth countless times, but never once did he take a look back at his home.
Before the flood, he married Tushan Princess. A few days later, Tushan Princess got pregnant. Until now, a couple of years had passed, but Si Wen Ming still hadn't had the time to take a look at his son, who could already run all over the place.
Tasting the bitter and boiling hot tea, Ji Hao glanced at Si Wen Ming.
Si Wen Ming, who only had a piece of leather wrapped around his waist, was covered in wounds all over his body. All kinds of claw marks and teeth marks could be seen all over his body, and quite a few mottled wounds that were obviously corroded by the venom. What was even more frightening was that a bowl-sized piece of meat was missing from Si Wen Ming's left thigh, and a large part of his right rib was dented, at least three ribs were missing.
Si Wen Ming was a Divine Magus, a Divine Magus who could regrow his body from a single drop of blood. Reasonably speaking, he shouldn't have any scars on his body.
"Uncle! Where are your wounds? " Ji Hao was shocked. Looking at the scars on Si Wen Ming's body, then glancing at Huaxu Lie, Lie Mountain Kang, and the others, who all had similar scars on their bodies, Ji Hao couldn't even imagine how many tough battles Si Wen Ming and his people had fought during the past few years, while he was busy putting out fires.
Ji Hao was protected by the Pan Gu bell and the Taiji cloak, and was also protected by the golden bridge and the nine dragons chariot. Therefore, it was almost impossible for an ordinary being to hurt him. During the past few years, not even a slight wound was left on his body.
But apparently, Si Wen Ming and his people weren't as lucky as Ji Hao.
"Ah, it's alright!" Si Wen Ming laughed with a hoarse voice, carelessly shook his head and said, "Hmm, other than the eight senior ministers, Gong Gong also has many special people under his command. Their magic curses are tricky … But, when the flood is gone, give me a few years, and these wounds will be nothing. "
Ji Hao clicked his tongue, then took out a calabash of magic pills from his sleeve and put it in Si Wen Ming's hand.
"Uncle, you know that I have a Shifu other than the Magi Palace. These life-saving magic pills are really good." Ji Hao gave Si Wen Ming all the magic pills given by Priest Dachi. These magic pills didn't mean much to him. After all, the possibility of him suffering a fatal injury was way too small.
But to Si Wen Ming and the others, every single one of these pills could very well be a life.
"En, then I won't stand on ceremony." Si Wen Ming glanced at Ji Hao, then glanced at Huaxu Lie and his people, who were extremely tired, then generously took the calabash.
A strong woman who was responsible for logistics walked over with a wooden bucket. The bucket was filled with steaming meat soup, and fist-sized water-kind spirit beast meat was rolling in the soup.
Si Wen Ming smiled, waved his hand, and told everyone to start eating. Suddenly, a thousand miles away in the east, a muffled, thunder-like war drum could be heard from a mountain covered in dark shadows. The ferocious drumbeats shook the surface of the water, raising a ten-thousand-feet-tall wave, roaring towards Ji Hao like a wall of water.
Under the hillside, hundreds of human warriors rose into the sky. They were all scrawny and ragged, but they wielded their weapons and roared thunderously as they rushed forward. Hundreds of arc-shaped Qi Strength slashed out with ear-piercing air-tearing sounds, smashing the water wall into pieces.
"Hoo-hah!" Along with a thunderous roar, a dark beam of light rose high from the dark mountain in the front. A dense dark cloud spread in the sky, and from the dark cloud, a hundreds of miles in radius giant snakehead abruptly emerged.
That enormous snakehead coldly glanced at Ji Hao and the others, then hissed loudly, "Human beings … Lord Gong Gong has already seen through what you've been doing. You dredge the river, and ultimately, you want to divert the water to the Ultimate through the nine most important water gates, isn't that right? "
"This is the Kui Gate, hehe! This is the first gate of the nine most important water gates of yours! " The enormous snakehead let out its fork-tongue and continued with a deep voice, "We won't compete with you for the rivers, lakes, and oceans in the front! All of our strength has been gathered at the final nine water gates! "
"I am Dark Water Serpent, the vanguard general of Lord Gong Gong. I am responsible for guarding the Kui Gate! " Dark Water Serpent opened his jaws and sprayed out a dark stream of poisonous water, then shouted coldly, "If you're not afraid of death, just come!"
Si Wen Ming put down the ceramic bowl in his hand, stood up, and looked at the rolling mountains with a solemn expression.
"As I thought, I can't underestimate Gong Gong and his people. They seem to know about my 'All Streams to the Final Land' great formation. " Si Wen Ming said blandly, "The other places are not important. It seems that we have to risk our lives for the last nine water gates."
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows, stood up, sneered, and said, "Uncle, are these the only nine places left? In that case, I don't have to run all over the world to save people … Leave the first Kui Gate to me. "
Grinning, Ji Hao continued coldly, "Black Water Serpent Clan is the sworn enemy of our Gold Crow Clan!"
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