Dimension Paradise, I am a summoning apostle

Chapter 611 Clouds and Rain, Floods and Droughts, Drawing Bows and Arrows to Shoot Dragons and Relieve Calamity
The continuous heavy rain did not stop after Cunbai arrived at the designated location; instead, it turned into a flood disaster because he stopped moving.

Cun Bai didn't know who had caused the disaster, which had escalated from heavy rain to torrential rain, but in any case, he had already achieved his goal.

Now that Nan Yong has been established, he has also ascended the throne.

However, since he lacks a primordial spirit, he is merely an empty shell.

As for manpower, we have plenty of help from Zhao Yuanlang, who has friends everywhere.

Along the way, he built up an elite army of about five thousand men.

Just then, a guard announced that Zhao Yuanlang had come to pay his respects.

Cunbai was immediately summoned.

"Your Majesty, the continuous torrential rains have caused severe flooding, with half of the city wall already submerged." Zhao Yuanlang's expression was not good.

He also concealed part of the truth, and now there are rumors circulating that the current 'new emperor of the Yong Dynasty' is unworthy of his position and has offended Heaven, which is why he has suffered such a calamity.

However, Zhao Yuanlang knew that although the new emperor had no great talents or strategies, he was diligent and conscientious every day and cared about the people's feelings. He was just mediocre.

"What should we do?" Cunbai asked in a panicked manner, controlling his body.

"I have heard that rivers, lakes, and seas are all governed by the Water God and the Dragon God, who have the power to control their rise and fall. Without the decree of the Heavenly Court, they would not dare to flood cities or cause harm," Zhao Yuanlang said.

"If the people are destined to suffer calamity, Your Majesty's worries and anxieties will all be in vain."

"Upon closer inspection, I see that the water is rushing upwards. There must be a reason for this. In my opinion, it is either the river god demanding sacrifices or some evil spirit causing trouble."

An ancient saying goes: "The holy emperor is protected by a hundred spirits, and the great general has eight kinds of majesty; one blessing can dispel a hundred misfortunes, and one righteous act can eliminate a hundred evils."

"In my opinion, Your Majesty may prepare sacrificial rites to worship it, or rely on Your Majesty's power and influence to protect the lives of the people in this prefecture. This is not a decision that can be made."

It's unclear where Zhao Yuanlang heard this, but Cunbai understood Zhao Yuanlang's meaning: he wanted him, the 'new emperor of the Yong Dynasty,' to perform the sacrifice.

Cun Bai maintained his persona and hurriedly said, "Then please have someone prepare the sacrificial offerings as soon as possible, and I will personally go to offer sacrifices."

With the new emperor's approval, Zhao Yuanlang immediately made the arrangements.

Before long, they had gathered the sacrificial animals and other items and placed them on the wall.

Then invite the new emperor to the stage.

There's no need to come up with a eulogy on the spot; someone has already prepared one for Cunbai.

After Cunbai finished reciting the sacrificial inscription, the water not only showed no signs of receding, but suddenly surged another third, almost crashing against the wall.

Fortunately, the water level was not high enough, so it did not affect the people.

This situation made Zhao Yuanlang's expression extremely gloomy.

The monster in the water was so arrogant and domineering that it was not satisfied even with the emperor's personal sacrifice, and instead dared to bar its fangs and claws.

However, they could neither find the true form of this demon nor eliminate it.

"My dear minister, what... what should we do?" Cun Bai manipulated the body, showing a helpless expression.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. The rain is very heavy here. Please go back and rest," Zhao Yuanlang said. "I will handle this matter."

"This fiend refuses to listen to reason and deserves to die!" At this point, Zhao Yuanlang already harbored murderous intent.

Cunbai had been waiting for these words. After responding, he turned back in fear.

After everyone left, Zhao Yuanlang did not descend from the city wall, but instead surveyed the surrounding water with his eyes.

Suddenly, I saw the water churning not far away, and upon closer inspection, I saw a dark cloud covering it.

The anomaly was immediately apparent.
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Zhou Wenzhong felt as comfortable as if he were immersed in water.

Therefore, he involuntarily turned over.

With that one turn, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that he was no longer in his own palace, but had actually been submerged in water.

I was indeed panicked at first, after all, how could a living person like me survive in the water?
But then he realized that he could breathe freely and that he had acquired many supernatural powers and spells.

For example, the clouds that bring rain, or the various sizes of the Ruyi (a type of scepter).

He then discovered that he not only gained supernatural powers and magic, but his appearance had also changed.

It was transformed from a human into a dragon.

Upon closer inspection, it was entirely black, covered in dark scales.

It was a complete blunder.

Wherever they go, clouds and rain will follow.

Moreover, the longer he stays, the stronger the accompanying rain and clouds will become.

The place where we are currently staying is already experiencing torrential rain.

Zhou Wenzhong keenly realized that he had stayed here for quite some time.

But he had no memory of it at all.

"Could it be that every time my soul leaves my body and transforms into a black dragon, it comes to this place?"

"What is so mysterious about this place that makes me stay here every time?" Zhou Wenzhong was puzzled for a moment.

He was certain that each time his soul left his body and returned, the memories from that time would be lost.

Given his excessive sleepiness, he must sleep at least three times a day.

That means it happens three times a day. How could anyone not notice something was amiss after a while?

Because all his memories had disappeared, he was completely baffled each time.

It slowly rose to the surface, and all that could be seen was the rain and clouds it had summoned.

Seeing this, he frowned and thought about leaving.

Just as they were about to take off, they suddenly noticed a gaze.

That gaze was as burning and painful as flames, as sharp as a sword.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced his body. Although he was not injured, it still infuriated Zhou Wenzhong.

"Where did such an ungrateful person come from, daring to look directly at the Emperor's face?" Zhou Wenzhong thought to himself that he was the Emperor, yet there were such people who did not know etiquette.

Now that it has transformed into a dragon, possessing supernatural powers and magic, it's a perfect opportunity to teach these people a lesson.

Having said that, he manipulated the wind and rain to charge forward.

As he was casting the spell, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and struck the very dark cloud through which he was casting the spell.

The dark clouds dissipated in an instant.

"Could this person possess some kind of supernatural power to have been saved like this?" Zhou Wenzhong's heart sank, and he immediately said, "Then we must not let him live!"

With that, he dived underwater and swam toward the city wall.

He didn't dive too deep, but instead used the opportunity to observe secretly.

Then he saw several people standing on the city wall, each of them either exceptionally heroic or burly and strong.

One look at him reveals that he is extraordinary and a first-rate talent.

Upon closer inspection, the primordial spirits of these people were reflected in his eyes.

The others were fine, but the one in the lead, a dashing figure, had a red-bearded fire dragon on his head.

This was quite eye-catching for Zhou Wenzhong.

"Who is this person? He actually possesses the primordial spirit of a fire dragon?" Zhou Wenzhong didn't recognize them, but that didn't stop him from eliminating them completely.

"When a fiery dragon meets a black dragon, it is destined that you will perish and your cultivation will be extinguished today."

Zhou Wenzhong didn't need to know who this person was; he only knew one thing: those who possessed the true dragon's primordial spirit were, in most cases, destined to be emperors.

That's exactly who he is.

Upon realizing this, it immediately surged out of the water and crashed into the city wall.

Zhao Yuanlang was discussing things with the others when he was also taken aback by this scene.

Putting everything else aside, its appearance alone is terrifying.

Its long body swirls and surges with waves, its enormous mouth spews out billowing clouds.

It rides the wind and borrows the power of the water, rising and falling at will.

Its massive body crashed into the city wall, causing the entire wall to shake slightly.

However, Zhao Yuanlang had the help of immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods, so although the collision looked powerful, it did not damage the city wall in the slightest.

However, Zhou Wenzhong's provocation caused the people on the city wall to reveal their primordial spirits.

With the Red-Bearded Fire Dragon king leading the charge, the rest of the star lords and their subjects followed.

A series of dragon roars rose up, and Zhou Wenzhong, with the body of the Sea Tide Black Dragon, suppressed the Crimson-Bearded Fire Dragon and the group of Star Lords, making them unable to raise their heads.

Not to mention that he is of the water element, which is the natural enemy of the Red-Bearded Fire Dragon, and because he ascended the throne as emperor, he is even more superior to all the other star lords.

Zhao Yuanlang also saw that although his own primordial spirits outnumbered him, they were no match for the monster.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

"Brother, this dragon monster is truly despicable." Zheng Ziming cursed as he saw his Black Tiger Primordial Spirit fall into a disadvantageous position. "If you want some fun, why don't we get some arrows and shoot it for a while?"

"Although I have the skill to hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces away, how can ordinary arrows possibly harm this dragon monster?" Zhao Yuanlang said helplessly.

Just then, a colorful cloud drifted in from the horizon.

Then a woman who looked like a female Taoist priest leaped down from the clouds.

"My esteemed sir, do not worry. I am Yun Jin, and when I passed through this place, I saw that the flood here was not a natural disaster but a man-made one." The female Taoist said, "I think I was just restless and wanted to make a move, so I presented you with this Dragon-Suppressing Nail that I obtained by chance."

After saying that, the female Taoist took out a strange-looking feathered arrow.

This is what is known as the Dragon-Suppressing Nail.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanlang was overjoyed and immediately accepted the gift, saying, "Thank you for your help, Immortal."

Hearing the word "immortal," Kun Dao felt a surge of joy.

The true emperor's words are golden; with just one sentence, he obtained his own imperial decree.

All that remains is for Zhao Yuanlang to ascend the throne, and then I will be able to join the ranks of the immortals.

"The dragon is a creature that can be tamed and ridden, but it has a reverse scale a foot in diameter under its throat. If anyone touches it, it will surely kill them," Kun Dao reminded her.

Zhao Yuanlang immediately understood that if he wanted to kill this dragon monster, he had to use the Dragon-Suppressing Nail to strike its reverse scale.

"The words of the immortal are like a sudden enlightenment to me!" Zhao Yuanlang said, then took out a strong bow and nocked the arrow.

As he drew his bow, the gods and Buddhas of heaven came to his aid and drew away the dark clouds.

A ray of sunlight fell from the sun and shone directly on Zhou Wenzhong.

By the light, Zhao Yuanlang could see the sore spot beneath his throat.

His gaze was solemn, and he relaxed as if divinely inspired.

The arrow was shot with perfect accuracy, instantly piercing the sea dragon's reverse scale.

Zhou Wenzhong was in excruciating pain all over his body. He involuntarily let out a cry of pain and fell into the water.

He felt that his life was about to end, and without thinking about anything else, he immediately used the water and rain to escape, following his instinct to return to his body.

As Zhou Wenzhong left, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the raging floodwaters gradually receded.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanlang breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, once the evil spirit was eliminated, the flood disaster subsided on its own.

"Please come this way, immortal. We are leaving now." Zhao Yuanlang wanted to thank the female Daoist who called herself Yun Jin, but she disappeared as soon as he turned around. "As expected of a Daoist Quanzhen, fame and fortune are like fleeting clouds."

"I came here only to save the common people."

(End of this chapter)