Chapter 668

"Hahaha, the Rain God is sentient—he felt our descendants' call and has finally manifested a projection!"

"You're finished, you're finished, do you understand? No one can save you now!"

"Our Rain God ancestor still lives! Though separated by infinite spacetime, he still exists in this world—and now he has revealed a divine miracle!"

The rain clan members, who had just been stunned, went mad, roaring in unison—all of them, the entire clan.

The Rain God still lives—this cry made every cultivator watching tremble inside.

They had all heard of the rain clan's Nine Heavens of Rain Dao; the final strike seemed a forbidden technique—the ninth petal normally never appeared, only emerging under special conditions.

Only a few knew it was the Rain God himself manifesting, sending a thread of power down from infinite spacetime.

Within the ninth lotus petal, countless shadows appeared: stars revolved, sun and moon flickered, and a formless shadow emerged, coiled there, surrounded by mist and stars.

The onlookers were stunned—this was supposed to be water force condensed, water runes formed; how could such a strange figure appear?

All eyes fixed on the majestic figure deep within the lotus, and a primal urge to kneel and worship surged in every heart.

Far in the sky, a Wang Hou whispered: "Could the Rain God truly not be dead? Has he been trapped in infinite spacetime, outside this realm?"

"Where has the Rain God been trapped? After such vast ages, he has again manifested a sliver of spiritual energy—truly unfathomable."

Whispers also came from the direction of the imperial palace.

At this moment, Fang Yu finally acted.

His move was simple: he reached out and grasped, and countless black holes appeared, each brimming with the power to devour and annihilate all.

The Rain God's shadow had no time to react—it was swallowed whole by Fang Yu.

"Just a projection. Taste is mediocre."

Fang Yu spoke.

The final move was the Great Devouring Art of the Three Thousand Great Dao—single strike, swallowed the Rain God's shadow.

After Fang Yu devoured the Rain God's shadow, insights into Rain Dao flooded his mind; after all, the Rain God had achieved much in the way of water, and this could supplement Fang Yu's Great Five Elements Art.

But this was only a projection devoured—if he ever found the true Rain God and devoured him whole, that would be far more satisfying.

"What? The Rain God?"

The rain clan members screamed, unable to believe it.

Everyone was thrown into chaos—no one expected the Rain God's projection to be swallowed in one blow!

This man dared to kill a god!

This was great treason.

The streets fell utterly silent; people stood in awe, watching quietly.

The rain clan members were also stunned, faces filled with disbelief, then erupted in fury.

"Impossible! How could this happen!"

The rain clan roared again, unable to accept this reality.

"Rain God, where are you? Why don't you return to aid your descendants!"

The rain clan members were filled with dread—so many years had passed, why had the Rain God never been heard from? Today his shadow appeared, only to be devoured.

"Don't panic. The Rain God is unharmed. This is merely his projection—it shows he is too far away to control that sliver of shadow, hence his power is greatly diminished."

An elder of the Yiwei Sect appeared, shouting loudly to quell the panic.

"The Rain God may be unharmed—but you will be harmed."

Fang Yu seemed confused by the logic of these Wang Fu people: your strongest move has failed, the Rain God's projection cannot protect you—what other tricks do you have left?

"The god cannot be insulted!"

From deeper within the rain clan, within an ancient hall, someone roared—those in seclusion were startled awake and all emerged.

They were the Yiwei Sect elders and ancestral elders—the strongest figures of the rain clan—finally appearing.

"The god cannot be insulted?"

Fang Yu shook his head; these people simply could not see the situation. He couldn't imagine how arrogant they'd grown in daily life. He stepped forward, ascending into the void, and above his head appeared the Five Emperors' Canopy, upon which countless divine beasts and sacred beasts bowed in worship.

From Fang Yu's magic treasure, a primordial celestial dragon finally emerged—the young dragon let out a roar, and every pure-blooded creature within a hundred thousand li trembled in awe, unable to resist the urge to kneel and submit.

"The Emperor cannot be insulted. Fail to kneel before the Emperor, and your true fate is already lost."

Fang Yu spoke from the void; the Five Emperors' Canopy above his head revealed infinite mystery. With a slight shift, it expanded to over ten li in diameter, and dense torrents of five-colored lightning flowed across its surface—as if, at Fang Yu's will, the entire ten-li radius would be cleansed by five-colored lightning at once.

"What?"

"What is happening?"

"Heaven! What is that? A primordial true dragon? Is it truly a true dragon? Can such a thing exist in this world? How is this possible?"

"That being keeps a primordial true dragon as a pet—what is his origin? And that canopy above his head—it radiates imperial pressure! How can there be so much lightning? A god?!"

"All the gods bow before this being—who is he?"

"He is truly an Emperor. Even an Emperor cannot describe his power. We were blind fools before. The Wang Fu is finished—utterly, completely finished—for provoking such a being!"

"No wonder he swallowed the Rain God's shadow in one bite—this being is worshipped by all gods. Even if the Rain God himself came, he'd be slain by this being!"

"I remember now—I've seen this being in the Void Spirit Realm. He is the legendary Yuhuaxian Sect's 'I Am Supreme'! He is a transcendent!"

Everyone was incredulous—some stared at Fang Yu's Five Emperors' Canopy, others studied the celestial dragon under his command, each face filled with disbelief.

"I... our rain clan has provoked an Emperor, a god!"