Boom!
Crack!
Hualalalalalala!
Li Yao had never seen such terrifying lightning, such devastating storm, or such crazy flood before.
It was clearly noon, yet the heavens and the earth were dusky. The dark clouds that were so thick that they couldn't be dispersed were constantly wriggling, and the darkness pressed down towards the earth, causing all the living beings in the heavens and the earth to feel as if they were in the stomach of a primeval beast, and there was nowhere to run.
Bolts of lightning were falling down nonstop like a waterfall. They looked both like dragons crawling out of the clouds and ghostly hands that were grabbing the ground, raising deep blue flames on the ground.
The torrential rain could no longer be described as "pouring". It was as if there was another extremely vast ocean in the sky. As the sky cracked, the seawater in this "heavenly ocean" poured down, and soon the entire world would be completely swallowed up.
The lightning and the storm were already so intimidating. What was even more appalling was the wind that was howling like ghosts.
The wind was the aftermath of the febrile typhoon. It contained spiritual energy that had nowhere to go and savaged the earth like blasts. Countless uprooted trees, destroyed houses, and even the broken limbs of countless creatures were mixed in the wind. It was like a gargantuan, invisible meat grinder that minced everything on the ground. Wherever it passed, the white land was truly clean.
Not just the ordinary people and the low-level Cultivators, even the experts such as Jin Dan and the Yuanying Cultivators did not dare to fly on their swords in such a storm.
Otherwise, they would be the primary target of the violent spiritual energy in the universe.
With the wind, storm, and lightning as the background, the flood of the Sorcerers' River was raging, looking for a way out.
The Sorcerers' River at this moment had undergone drastic changes from when Li Yao saw it four months ago.
It was spring. The snow mountains in the upper reaches of the Sorcerers' River were thawing. Tremendous water flowed down, increasing the flow of the Sorcerers' River by more than five times, resulting in an overwhelming spring flood.
If it was said that the Witch's River that traversed the entire Darqian Dynasty was a raging dragon that was in deep slumber, then at this moment, this raging dragon that was rumbling with hunger had completely awakened, and it was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it searched for sacrifices that could fill its stomach.
Boom boom boom!
The torrents, each taller than the last, were crashing against the fragile dams on the two sides of the Sorcerers' River. The defense rune arrays that the Great Qian Dynasty had established a long time ago were emitting dim brilliance, but they were slowly corroded and decayed after years of neglect. The defense ability was not as good as before.
If the dam was breached, the flood would spread, and even the Witch River would change its course, creating a large flood zone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
That was what Li Yao, Dan Fengzi, the leader of the Purple Pole Sword Sect, Yan Liren, and hundreds of empyreal swordsmen saw when they went to the southeast for disaster relief.
And this flood was far from the most dangerous thing at the moment.
Roar roar roar roar roar!
Amidst the surging waves of the flood, strange screams that made one's scalp numb could be heard.
Not only did the flood destroy the homes of the ordinary people and the Cultivators, it also swept across the valleys and forests of the Sorcerers River. The ferocious beasts that had been hiding in the forests were all startled out.
The living environment of these ferocious beasts had been greatly changed. Their original prey had all been swept away by the flood. They had no choice but to follow the flood and find a new territory.
During the process, it was inevitable that they would have intense conflicts with other ferocious beasts and even Cultivators.
"A lot of dragon-type ferocious beasts are hiding in the Sorcerers River. Be careful, everybody. Safety first. We'll talk about it later when we reach out to Master Righteous One and the fellow Cultivators from the major sects."
Dan Fengzi roared at the top of his lungs in the storm.
Faced with such a violent natural phenomenon, the Cultivators who considered themselves to be transcendent could not do much. They could only watch the lightning, the storm, the wind, the flood, and the ferocious beasts in the flood bashing the feeble defense rune arrays on the dam time and time again.
"Leader, look!"
One of the empyreal swordsmen suddenly exclaimed and pointed at the flood, only to discover that the peaks of the flood, each taller than the last, were rising abruptly like a mountain that reached the clouds.
Upon closer inspection, they discovered that a bright purple dragon-type ferocious beast almost a hundred meters long was hiding in the dirty flood. Its front end was even bifurcated, with three hideous heads. Each head was full of dense thorns that made them look like three gargantuan caltrops.
Pu! Pu!
This Bramble Horned Dragon had a strange appearance. It opened its three bloody mouths and spat out three pearls the size of washbasins. The pearls spun around in the flood as if they were in an uninhabited land, then heavily bombarded the dam after a few rounds.
BOOM!
The few defense rune arrays deployed behind the dam exploded on the spot. More than ten shocking cracks appeared on the dam, which was already feeble in the first place, and spread out nonstop.
"What kind of ferocious beast is this? It looks like a Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon. How did it grow so huge and have three heads?"
"It has cultivated three demon cores in a row, and they are so huge. I'm afraid that it must've trained for a hundred years in the depths of the Sorcerers' River and only emerged from the bottom of the river because of the once-in-a-century flood."
"Terrible. Terrible. If it hits a few more times, the dam will completely collapse. Let's run now!"
Faced with the ferocious beast that seemed to have traveled from the primeval era to the present day, the empyreal swordsmen were all panicking.
"Elder Spiritual Vulture!"
Dan Fengzi's face was particularly awful, too. "I didn't know that the natural disaster this time would be so dreadful. The flood of the Sorcerers' River and the aftermath of the febrile typhoon are already so powerful. I wonder what the situation will be like when the febrile typhoon hits the capital directly."
"The dam is about to collapse. Let's go now. Should we be involved in the flood, we will have to fight against the lightning, storm, and flood. Even Jin Dan and Yuanying will be greatly shaken, and their Cultivation will plummet!"
Li Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at the shaking dam up ahead. What he thought of was the farmlands and villages that he had seen on his way here on his flying sword.
The middle and lower reaches of the Sorcerers' River were the most prosperous areas of the Great Qian Dynasty. Naturally, it was also the most densely populated place. The population of a village here was often larger than that of a city in the southwest.
The febrile typhoon had landed the day before yesterday, causing countless homeless disaster victims to flee westward along the Sorcerers' River. The population of the towns and villages in the area had significantly increased.
If the dam here collapsed and the Sorcerers' River was diverted, it would be a catastrophe for the thousands of disaster victims.
Li Yao could not watch such a tragedy happen while doing nothing.
However, with 'Master Spiritual Vulture's' temper and personality, he did not seem to be a man who would risk his own life for the ordinary people.
Li Yao's hesitation was misunderstood by Dan Fengzi. He frowned and asked, "Elder Spiritual Vulture, are you going to pick the three demon cores because they are unusual?"
"Absolutely not."
"This dragon-type beast is probably a mutation of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon. Judging from its size, it has been training in the Sorcerers' River for almost a thousand years. Chances are that it existed before the Great Qian Dynasty was founded.
"Dragon-type beasts are born with water in the first place. Right now, the flood is rampant, and the beast is at its most aggressive. It will be too risky to hunt it right now.
"If you are really interested in the ferocious beast, Elder Spiritual Vulture, why don't you wait until it breaks the dam and runs to the plateau, and the weather is slightly better before you execute it? It will be easier to deal with a dragon in the shallows then," Li Yao said.
Li Yao opened his mouth. He was of a mind to ask Dan Fengzi if he had ever thought about the ordinary people living on the two banks of the Sorcerers' River when his head was occupied with hunting the ferocious beasts and looting the demon cores.
But when he was about to say it, he swallowed it back.
Dan Fengzi's face was so matter-of-fact and even considerate that he was rendered speechless.
Right then —
"Hoooo! Hoooo!"
Once again, the three Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragons let out earth-shattering roars. Three Demon Cores flew out of their mouths, attracting all the lightning bolts in the surroundings like three enormous magnets. With the Demon Cores as the core, they condensed into three blue, purple, and glossy balls of lightning.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! The balls of lightning expanded against the wind and soon expanded to more than ten meters in diameter. The storm nearby was dissected into mist and wreathed outside of the lightning in a hazy way, adding to the invincibility of the lightning that could shatter everything.
The three balls of lightning were about to hit the dam, and Li Yao's heart was beating faster than ever, too. He was about to charge out and 'slay the dragon and loot the demon cores' when thousands of streaks of golden brightness suddenly darted out of the dark clouds and darted toward the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragons overwhelmingly like burning golden arrows.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Chi! Hundreds of streaks of golden brightness pierced the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon's body instantly, riddling it with holes. Black blood was flowing out nonstop.
In pain, the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon could only abandon the dam and crash into the dark clouds with the three balls of lightning.
BOOM!
The balls of lightning ripped apart the dark clouds and perished into nothingness, too, leaving only three lackluster demon cores that were spinning crazily.
Above the broken clouds, a moon-white cassock that was vaguely surrounded by dark gold brilliance was dancing in the wind, like a lone boat in the middle of a surging tide.
On the cassock, a monk was standing.
He was one of the most handsome men Li Yao had ever seen.
It was only after seeing this person's appearance that he truly understood what it meant to have "sword-like eyebrows reaching the temples and majestic phoenix eyes", and what it meant to have a jade-like face with red lips and white teeth.
It was not a rhetorical exaggeration. He really seemed to have been carved out of a piece of jade or marble. No force, not even time that could erode everything, could erase one ten-thousandth of his handsomeness.
The only thing that slightly detracted from his appearance was the vague sorrow that was dancing between his eyebrows.
But after carefully tasting it, this wisp of bitterness that bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind sublimated his appearance to a whole new realm, a realm where even jealousy and inferiority could not be born.
"Master Bitter Cicada of the Stupa Clan."
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