Chapter 1762: The Death of the Rain Master

Rain Master's Divine Palace.

This was a divine court located to the west of the Punishment Heaven Dao Court. This divine court was one of the meteorological hubs for over half the world, overseeing the divine duties of rainfall for many worlds. Thus, the common folk of the world offered incense and prayers without cease, a thriving multitude like gathering clouds.

This duty of bringing rain was a crucial one.

From below, the fields of mortals in the mortal realm; in the middle, lakes and rivers; above, the many lands nurturing heaven-blessed treasures and places of creation — where did they not need rain?

If rain were lacking, crops in the fields would wither and die, rivers and lakes would dry up, and this could lead to the deaths of a great many mortals and gods alike.

This divine duty could be called high in rank and weighty in power, affecting hundreds of millions of living beings, a core divine duty of the Divine Dao, possessing the latent ability to shake the Dao Court.

Therefore, many Divine Dao civilizations split this position, dividing it into the four divine duties of Rain Master, Wind Earl, Thunder Duke, and Lightning Mother. Every large-scale rainfall had to receive the Dao Court's decree, confirmed by the four meteorological gods; otherwise it was considered private rainfall, disrespecting orders, an extremely serious offense, even treason, possibly leading to the death of the god in question — truly strict.

In terms of actual authority, although the Rain Master was honored as Rain Master, regarding rainfall he could not decide with a single word, subject to heavy constraints, not entirely matching the name of the divine duty.

Nevertheless, even so, no god in the world dared look down on the Rain Master.

Every time the Rain Master brought rain, he strictly followed the Dao Court's decree, not daring to add or subtract a fraction of rain, not daring to delay the rainfall time by a single minute or second, with no room for flexibility.

But where did the Dao Court's decisions on how much rain to fall where, and when, come from?

Was it not from consulting the opinions of meteorological gods like the Rain Master, agricultural gods, and production-management gods like the various City Gods across the land?

Among these advising gods, the Rain Master's opinion naturally could not be ignored.

Although it was far from deciding with a single word, possessing enormous influence was inevitable.

"…I'm back again."

Yu Yong emerged from a vortex, appearing within the Rain Master's Divine Palace.

This was a palace constructed of pure white cloud qi, with countless rivers flowing and falling through the clouds, then returning to the highest point, cycling endlessly. The sky and air poured down heavy rain at every moment, the pitter-patter of rain unceasing in the ears, the four directions thick with heavy moisture, so dense it could not be dispersed.

This extremely abundant moisture would make living beings somewhat uncomfortable, not an environment suited for survival.

But for Yu Yong, the moment he entered here, he felt a warm and comfortable sensation, as if returning to his mother's body, his divine soul and magic power both subtly growing with time.

"Greetings, Master!"

A squad of Mermaid Maidens and Clam Maidens bowed gracefully, with shrimp soldiers, crab generals, and fish soldiers arrayed in guard formation on all sides.

"Mm."

Yu Yong found nothing unusual, walking silently between the rain-drenched palaces, and asked: "Where is the main body?"

"Master,"

"Great Master

is with Wind Earl Divine Lord, Thunder Duke Divine Lord, and Lightning Mother Divine Lord, moving clouds and spreading rain."

A nearby Clam Maiden said in a clear voice: "Wars have been ceaseless between the realms for several thousand years, with great impact. Although many agricultural gods have been watching over things and setting baselines, the production of heaven-blessed treasures has still been affected. The Dao Court issued a Grade C reprimand a hundred years ago, and the Great Master has been very busy in recent years, consulting with the agricultural gods on how to minimize losses."

"Absurd."

"What does the decline in heaven-blessed treasure production have to do with us?"

Yu Yong frowned: "The great contention of the Fate Dynasties is a heavenly strategy set by the Dao Court, providing the Ministry of Works gods with vast quantities of divine soul raw materials, allowing the Dao Court's divine army and many divine weapons to be produced continuously, with output doubling again and again — is this not a meritorious deed?"

"Master,"

"It is indeed said that way."

The Clam Maiden forced a bitter smile: "But the decline in our heaven-blessed treasure production is real, and the Dao Court's punishment was carried out according to law; no one can be exempted."

"So be it."

Yu Yong said nothing more.

Surrounded by many water spirits, he arrived near the center of the Rain Master's Divine Palace, by a massive Bai Yu high platform.

This was precisely the rainfall center for over half the Great Thousand Worlds, a divine Dao treasure — the Heavenly Rain Platform.

At this moment, a white-haired old man with flowing wide sleeves sat properly upon the Heavenly Rain Platform. His left hand held a clay alms bowl, his right hand dipped into the bowl to take some deep blue water droplets, and scattered them toward the star chart of realms before him.

Each drop of deep blue water could be infinitely subdivided, falling upon individual Minor Thousand Worlds, Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie, and even the various domains of Great Thousand Worlds, transforming into sheets of raindrops that descended upon the earth.

Not far from this white-haired old man with flowing sleeves, illusory figures of gods appeared one by one, performing similar actions — Thunder Duke struck a great drum, Lightning Mother flashed a thunder mirror, Wind Earl used a fan-wheel to whip up great winds, causing countless winds and thunder to appear in each world along with the raindrops, descending upon the mortal realm.

Wherever the divine light of the Punishment Heaven Dao Court covered, the celestial phenomena were all changing.

This was the authority of the gods — following Heaven, acting on Heaven's behalf to manage the transformations of world rules, achieving extremes in every aspect, far surpassing individual cultivators managing things one by one.

They did these things efficiently and meticulously, bursting forth with tremendous productive power, shocking to behold.

In the Xian Dao Shi Gao Jie, productive power was strength!

It was martial power!

After several months like this, the four meteorological gods finally finished their workings, arranging all the rainfall matters for the various worlds for the next hundred years, each letting out a long sigh and revealing relaxed smiles.

The illusory figures of Thunder Duke and Lightning Mother called out a greeting and departed.

Wind Earl's figure, however, gradually solidified, truly descending into the Rain Master's Divine Palace — the two gods had always been close in the past, but today he had come as a guest.

Wind Earl was a blue-colored human figure with an illusory form, as if composed of air currents.

"Brother Wind, rare to be free

?? You and I shall drink our fill!"

The Rain Master took Wind Earl's hand, chatting idly as they walked down from the Heavenly Rain Platform.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Wind Earl smiled: "In the Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou Star Domain, the gods of the Thunder Department and War Department are fighting with terrible ferocity; any day now they might conscript us to the battlefield."

"When that time truly comes, if the fine wine is not yet finished, would that not be a shame?"

"Hahaha…"

The Rain Master laughed heartily.

The two summoned Clam Maidens, Mermaid Maidens, Butterfly Maidens, and other female musicians to dance, the sounds of strings and winds pleasing to the ear, drinking freely for a long time, before finally remembering Yu Yong standing quietly not far away.

"You've reincarnated back?"

"How does it feel?"

The Rain Master let out a wine burp and asked casually.

This was one of his divine soul avatars, another self of his—not a subordinate or anything of the sort—so there was no need for airs, and he asked freely.

Such things had already happened many times in the past.

"I have grown attached to the mortal world and mortal lives."

"I want to save that woman."

Yu Yong said in a low voice.

Which woman, the main body naturally knew.

"Normal, perfectly normal."

"If there were no attachments, why would we reincarnate?"

The Rain Master said indifferently: "It's just that these attachments will vanish once you merge into me. That woman need not be minded either—merely a passing cloud."

"How can a god develop feelings for food?"

"And this food might even be harmful, might bring about our destruction—it's a hidden danger in the end."

The Rain Master, being especially patient with his other self, counseled him: "The Divine Lord and many other supreme deities of the divine way seem to be attempting to create a new race called the Spirit Race, to replace the human race as the source of incense and prayer power. This matter seems to be showing some progress."

"If this succeeds, we won't have to suffer these hardships in the future."

"Mm."

Yu Yong sighed and groaned, found a spot to sit down, showing no sign of improvement.

The Rain Master didn't take offense either. He continued drinking wine and eating meat with the Wind Uncle, dallying with Mermaid Women and Oyster Women and the like, carrying on for several months. Only then did he inhale through his nose and mouth, drawing Yu Yong in as a wisp of green smoke into his divine soul, merging him with the original divine soul into one.

In an instant!

The Rain Master, who had been about to raise his cup to drink, suddenly stiffened.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if terror were about to be born within him.

But this emotion that was about to arise vanished before it could appear.

"Brother Rain, what is it?"

The Wind Uncle was somewhat puzzled and looked up at his old friend.

"Nothing,"

"It's just that this incarnation's avatar had rather intense emotions this time."

The Rain Master shook his head with a rueful smile, raised his cup and said: "Come, Brother Wind, let's keep drinking, keep drinking—we mustn't waste such fine times!"

"Hahaha!"

"Drink, drink!"

The Wind Uncle laughed heartily.

The banquet in the Rain Master's divine palace continued on, without any change.