Chapter 669: My Name Is Shi Hao—Descending Upon the Rain King's Manor!

The imperial capital erupted in clamor as every gaze fixed upon Fang Yu high in the sky, the onlookers overcome with disbelief.

It had to be said—this Five Emperors Canopy was simply too terrifying. Upon it sat ten ancient divine emperors, surrounded by countless sacred beasts in worship: Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Soaring Serpent, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Qilin, the Water and Fire Twin Apes, Golden Crow, and Mysterious Bird. Any single one of them, set loose outside, would be a sovereign-class existence—beyond anything the beings of the imperial city could imagine.

Take, for instance, certain ancient divine mountains that claimed descent from the Soaring Serpent, pure-blooded beings. Before this Five Emperors Canopy, they beheld their most venerated ancestor bowing in worship to another, and the shock in their hearts was imaginable.

"How can this be? Our ancestor was an invincible sovereign under heaven, yet before him he can only bow in worship?"

"What god could that possibly be? I feel that even the Rain God, before those two deities, is nothing at all."

"A deity, truly a deity descended! Blessed by all the gods, worshipped by sovereigns—our Desolate Domain has welcomed such a being!"

"It really is hard to imagine. This person is likely no native of our Desolate Domain but a visitor from beyond the heavens. The Rain King's Manor has brought itself a great calamity this time."

"Hmph, the Rain King's Manor has always been overbearing—it's become a tumor. Now that a god has descended, it would be for the best if the Rain King's Manor is finished. Earlier they said the Rain God still lives, that no one in heaven or earth could save that deity."

"Now it's the people of the Rain King's Manor that no one in heaven or earth can save. How arrogant they were before, saying anyone who spoke against them deserved death—now they themselves shall be slain!"

Outside the Rain King's Manor, everyone was stunned speechless, shock rolling through them again and again.

The Five Emperors Canopy, the Primeval Celestial Dragon—such things were entirely beyond their expectations, utterly inconceivable.

Even now the people of the Rain King's Manor could not fathom how they had provoked such a being. How had it all begun? How had it come to this?

Some were seized by terror; others' eyes darted about. Even the elders of the Wangfude Sect exchanged glances that flickered with ruthlessness, for they still had a hidden card they had not yet played.

Though their Rain King's Manor had failed at the Nine Heavens of the Rain Dao, they still possessed the Rain God's Edict—a true, bona fide divine edict.

"It seems you people truly will not give up."

Fang Yu's divine sense was incomparably powerful; the deepest secrets in the hearts of the Rain King's Manor's people were laid bare to him. With a single point of his great hand, countless snow-white Daoist Gang Qi swirled through the void, in an instant tearing through layer upon layer of ancient pavilions, piercing straight to the deepest part of the Rain Clan's ancestral land, where it coiled around a certain edict.

Then, as the coiling force flowed back, a divine edict appeared before Fang Yu.

With the Three Thousand Great Daos—the Great Binding Art—he had bound the Rain Clan's final trump card: the divine edict!

It was a vast edict, yet made of broken pieces, as though someone had gnawed at it. But the moment this complete divine edict appeared, golden rays of dawn streamed forth one after another, scattering across the four directions, serene and holy.

This edict bore the will of the Rain God, transformed into a divine artifact, passed down through long ages, and had already become sentient.

One could see the divine edict densely covered with countless characters, each one a kind of symbol, seemingly inscribing the Rain God's comprehension of the Dao of Rain. Yet should that comprehension fly forth and fall upon a person, it would instantly execute them.

The edict manifested before Fang Yu; once assembled, it became a rolling divine might that shook the heart and made one tremble.

Outside the Rain King's Manor, the watching crowd felt their hearts leap with dread—it was the true might of a god, compelling them to bow in worship.

Some cultivators of weak will could not withstand this terrible majesty and collapsed to the ground on the spot.

But at that moment, with a beckoning of his great hand, a ranking scroll appeared in Fang Yu's grasp—the Investiture of the Gods, condensed through the Great Investiture Art.

The moment this Investiture of the Gods manifested in the void, it radiated a majesty even more terrifying than the Rain God's Edict. The people of the Rain King's Manor could bear it no longer and dropped to their knees one after another.

"I shall suppress you for three years. Shun pride and impatience—perhaps a slim chance of survival remains."

Fang Yu's voice rang out across the field. The Investiture of the Gods blazed with light and in an instant devoured that Rain God's Edict. Then inexhaustible binding force flowed forth, binding every kneeling member of the Rain King's Manor, even coiling around their divine sigils.

In other words, from this day forth, every member of the Rain King's Manor would kneel here for three years.

"Impossible, impossible! How could our Rain God's Edict be taken so easily? I'll fight you to the death!"

An elder of the Wangfude Sect howled with endless fury in his heart, but the Great Binding Art had even wrapped around his mouth, leaving him unable to make a sound.

The old man could only scream and roar within his heart, but it was all to no avail.

"Ancestor Rain God, please open your eyes and look upon your descendants—your descendants are being humiliated! This is a humiliation of you as well!"

Another elder roared within his heart, the fury in his eyes visible to anyone.