Only after unifying the world did I realize that immortals existed in this world.

"Pillar, what did you say?! What's going on?!"

The two, who were almost about to fight, disregarded their own safety and immediately stopped the running and shouting farmer, looking anxious.

"It's raining! It's going to rain!"

"really?"

Zhu Zi was panting heavily, but his face lit up with wild joy: "It can't be fake! I came back from the county town, and the government office is posting notices! It's already spread... His Majesty learned that we were suffering from a drought, and specially sent people to bring rain for us!"

"Really...really..."

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing the message, Zhang Lin, as if he had won a battle, raised his voice eight octaves and shouted to Old Liu, "Old Liu, did you see that? What did I tell you? His Majesty definitely has a way! His Majesty can bring rain!"

"Really...?"

This is a good thing!

But... is there really anyone who can do that?

It's been publicized so loudly before it even started? If it fails, wouldn't that damage His Majesty's reputation?

Old Liu looked up at the sky and frowned repeatedly.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, did you hear me? Did you hear me?!"

"Uncle Zhu said His Majesty is going to pray for rain for us!"

Zhu Zi had a loud voice; even the old man and his son on the edge of the field could hear him. The child kept shaking the old man's arm, shouting excitedly.

"Pray for rain?"

Upon hearing this, the old man looked up at the sky, his brows slightly furrowed.

Is it really possible for someone to control the timing of events?

If we possessed such power... no one in the world would ever starve to death again!

Your Majesty, has the Great Xia already mastered such power?

No sooner had he finished speaking than the child seemed to have seen something, tugging at his grandfather's sleeve and pointing to the horizon, shouting, "Grandpa, look, look! Isn't there someone over there? It's a sister!"

The old man looked in the direction he was pointing and could vaguely see a figure on the horizon.

Compared to the vast sky and the dazzling sun, she was as tiny as a mustard seed. Only a child with sharp eyes would notice her; otherwise, no one would have noticed her at all.

The old man was somewhat stunned; everything before him was beyond his understanding of the past sixty years.

The woman seemed to float on the wind, her robes fluttering, ethereal as if she were a banished immortal. She made hand seals, then suddenly opened her eyes, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky.

The next moment...

"Hoo hoo~"

A cool breeze suddenly rose from the flat ground, instantly dispelling the scorching heat of the sun.

The people below who were discussing His Majesty's prayer for rain suddenly shuddered, exchanged glances, and vaguely sensed something was amiss.

"Boom—!"

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and thick, dark clouds, like splashes of ink, instantly obscured the sun.

"Clatter!"

"Clatter!"

A few drops of icy liquid fell onto my cheek.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted in an indescribable frenzy of joy, a deafening roar:

"Rain! It's raining!"

It's raining!!!

"Hahaha! God has opened his eyes!!!"

The scattered raindrops quickly turned into a downpour! Large raindrops pounded on the parched earth, rising in fine white steam, soaking everyone instantly. No one ran or hid; they ran, rolled, and roared at the sky in the mud like madmen, letting the rain wash away their long-suppressed despair and anxiety. Like rain after a long drought, their joy was beyond words!

They've been waiting for this rain for far too long.

"Old Liu! How about that? What did I tell you?"

The two, who had almost come to blows just moments before, were now passionately embracing each other.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The rational fans had already been assimilated into the same fanatical fans. Old Liu put his arm around the other person's shoulder and excitedly shouted, "You're absolutely right! His Majesty is truly a god descended to earth! Hahahaha~"

"Your Majesty can really bring rain!"

The rain fell like a woven curtain, blurring the world into a hazy mist. The ethereal figure on the horizon had long since vanished.

The old man just stood there, somewhat stunned.

Is this the person His Majesty found?

Can humans change celestial phenomena?

If human power could bring rain, then...

Can he do it?

He lowered his head, rain streaming down his weathered face, his cloudy old eyes fixed on his palms. Rainwater gathered in the deep furrows of his palms, as if parched earth were swallowing sweet dew.

He dedicated his life to this field, his only wish being to become a great farmer, filling granaries to overflowing and freeing the world from the suffering of hunger and cold...

In mid-air, Chu Xiangyun looked down at the bustling world below, a smug smile playing on her lips, quite satisfied with her performance. Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and unconsciously glanced in one direction.

But in the next instant, everything vanished, and she could no longer sense anything.

……

"It's Senior Sister Chu!"

"Senior Sister's wind manipulation technique is becoming increasingly exquisite!"

"I wonder what level she has reached now?"

"That's amazing..."

……

In other corners of Shengzhou, cultivators couldn't help but look up in the same direction, their eyes filled with amazement and admiration. The woman stood in mid-air, heroic and graceful, dominating the sky, truly a sight to behold.

This place is extremely strange. The abundant spiritual energy even damaged Lu Junfeng's [Spiritual Essence Plate]. Being here, they felt refreshed and invigorated. However... when they tried to use magic or supernatural powers, it was as if they were being held back by an invisible giant hand, repelled by this world, and subjected to considerable restrictions. The closer they got to the royal city, the stronger the suppression became. Being among the army was like being in a forbidden zone.

Even now that there is no one to regulate them, they still feel a vague sense of unease.

Despite these constraints, Senior Sister was able to move so smoothly and freely, casting spells while riding the wind!

They were already geniuses who had transcended social classes to be able to enter the immortal sect, but there are always even more talented and eye-catching people above geniuses. That carefree senior sister was none other than the most dazzling star.

Even Lu Junfeng, who was leading the group, couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he looked at his junior sister casting spells in the sky: "Junior sister has improved again."

Cultivation is about cultivating the mind. My junior sister has a clear and bright body and a mind free from all attachments, so she has clearly surpassed him.

He shook his head, composed himself, and called out to his fellow disciples, "Xiangyun has already cast the spell, let's begin!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

"Yes, sir!"

The cultivators each performed hand seals, circulating their magical power to command the gathering of heaven and earth's clouds and mist. A fierce wind howled, thunder flashed, and torrential rain poured down, soaking the long-parched land.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Waaah... Finally... Finally it's raining!"

"Heaven has eyes! Your Majesty is wise!"

Whether in the countryside or the city, the entire Shengzhou was in an uproar! People poured into the streets, cheering and jumping for joy in the torrential rain, tears streaming down their faces.

This torrential rain, which defied the natural order, will ultimately shatter many of the established perceptions of this young dynasty.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, in Lieyang City.

As if infected by Shengzhou, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a continuous drizzle was falling today.

Within the imperial city, a low, hoarse voice echoed in the Zhaolin Pavilion: "Is this a blessing or a curse, Your Majesty? To claim all the credit for the rainfall—is it truly a good thing?"