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Chapter 1830 Death of the Rain Master

Chapter 1830 Death of the Rain Master
The Rain Master Shrine.

This is the divine court located to the west of the Xingtian Dao Court. This divine court is one of the meteorological hubs for more than half of the world, and is in charge of the rain duties of many worlds. Therefore, people all over the world offer incense to it continuously, and the temple is full of clouds.

The duty of bringing rain is crucial.

From the mortal fields on earth to the lakes and rivers in the middle, to the many places that nurture the natural treasures of heaven and earth, where doesn't we need rain?
If there is a lack of rain, crops in the fields will wither and rivers and lakes will dry up, which will lead to the death of a large number of mortals and gods.

This priesthood is extremely powerful and influential, influencing hundreds of millions of people. It is a core priesthood of Shintoism and has the potential to shake the court of Shintoism.

Therefore, many Shinto civilizations split this position into four priestly posts: Rain Master, Wind Master, Thunder God and Lightning Goddess. Every large-scale rainfall must be approved by the Taoist court and the four meteorological gods. Otherwise, it would be considered private rainfall and disobedience to orders, which is an extremely serious crime, or even treason, and could result in the death of the gods. It is very strict.

In terms of actual authority, although the Rain Master is honored as the Rain Master, he cannot have the final say on rainfall and is subject to many constraints, which does not fully match the name of the priesthood.

However, even so, no god in the world dares to look down on the Rain Master.

Every time the Rain Master sends rain, he strictly follows the decree of the Taoist court. He dares not increase or decrease the amount of rain by even a centimeter, or delay the rainfall by even a minute. There is no room for flexibility.

But where do the decisions about where and when the rain will fall come from?

Isn't it based on the opinions of meteorological gods such as the Rain Master, agricultural gods, and production management gods such as the City Gods in various places?

Among these gods, the opinion of the Rain Master cannot be ignored.

Although it is far from being a single-handed decision, it is inevitable that it has a huge influence.

“…I’m back again.”

Yu Yong emerged from a whirlpool and appeared in the Rain Master Temple.

This is a palace made of pure white clouds. Countless rivers flow down in the clouds and then return to the highest point, repeating over and over again. There is heavy rain in the sky and the air all the time, and the sound of rain is endless. The air is filled with thick water vapor, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

This extremely abundant water vapor will make living creatures uncomfortable and is not a suitable environment for survival.

However, for Yu Yong, as soon as he entered here, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling, as if he had returned to his mother's body. His soul and magic power were growing slightly with time.

"Meet the master!"

A group of mermaids and clam girls bowed down, and shrimp soldiers, crab generals, and fish soldiers lined up on all sides to guard them.

"Ah."

Yu Yong didn't notice anything unusual, and walked silently between the Rain Palaces, asking, "Where is the main body?"

"Owner,"

"The great master and the God of Wind, God of Thunder, and Goddess of Lightning are controlling the clouds and rain."

The clam girl at the side said in a clear voice: "There have been constant wars between the realms for thousands of years, and the impact is great. Although there are many agricultural gods watching over and setting a bottom line, the production of natural materials and treasures has still been affected. The Dao Court issued a Class C order a hundred years ago to reprimand. The master has been very busy in recent years, discussing with the agricultural gods how to minimize the losses."

"absurd."

"What does the decline in the production of natural materials and treasures have to do with us?"

Yu Yong frowned, "The Qiyun Dynasty Contest is a heavenly policy set by the Dao Court, which provides a large amount of raw materials for the gods of the Ministry of Industry, allowing the Dao Court's divine army and many divine weapons to be produced continuously, and the output has doubled continuously. Isn't this a credit?"

"Owner,"

"Say so."

The clam girl smiled bitterly and said, "But it is true that our production of natural materials and treasures has decreased. The Dao Court's punishment is also carried out according to the law, and no one can be exempted."

"That's fine."

Yu Yong stopped talking.

He was surrounded by many water spirits and came to the center of the Rain Master Temple, near a huge white jade platform.

This is the center where more than half of the universe is experiencing rainfall, the Shinto treasure, the Rainy Terrace.

At this time, an old man with white hair and fluttering sleeves was sitting on the Tianyu Platform. He held a pottery bowl in his left hand, and with his right hand, he took some dark blue water drops from the bowl and threw them towards the boundary star map in front of him.

Each drop of deep blue water can be infinitely subdivided and fall on the small thousand worlds, the inner thousand worlds, and even the various domains of the great thousand worlds, turning into raindrops and falling to the earth.

Not far from the white-haired old man with fluttering sleeves, phantoms of gods appeared, doing similar actions. The God of Thunder beat the drum, the Goddess of Lightning flashed the thunder mirror, and the God of Wind used the fan to blow up strong winds, causing countless sounds of wind, thunder, and raindrops to appear in various worlds and descend upon the human world.

Wherever the divine light of Xingtian Daoting covers, the celestial phenomena are changing.

This is the authority of the gods. They follow the will of heaven and manage the changes in the rules of the world on behalf of heaven. They have achieved the ultimate in all aspects, far exceeding the management of individual cultivators.

They do these things efficiently and meticulously, unleashing a burst of productivity that is astonishing.

In the world of immortals, productivity is strength!
It's force!

After several months, the four gods of weather finally finished their spells and arranged the rainfall in many worlds for the next hundred years. They each let out a long sigh and smiled with relief.

The shadows of Lei Gong and Dian Mu said hello and left.

The figure of Feng Bo gradually solidified, and truly descended into the Temple of the Rain Master. The two gods had always been close in the past, but today they were just visiting. Feng Bo was an illusory green figure, as if made up of air currents.

"Brother Feng, we finally have some free time, let's get drunk together!"

The Rain Master held the Wind Master's hand and walked down the Tianyu Terrace while chatting.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Feng Bo smiled and said, "In the Big Dipper Star Region, the gods of thunder and military are fighting fiercely. Maybe one day they will call us to the battlefield."

"If the wine is not finished by then, wouldn't it be good?"

"Hahaha……"

The Rain Master laughed.

The two men invited female musicians such as clam girls, mermaid girls, and butterfly girls to dance. The sound of stringed instruments was pleasant to the ears. They drank heartily for a long time before they remembered Yu Yong who was standing quietly not far away.

"You've been reincarnated?"

"How does it feel?"

The Rain Master burped and asked casually.

This is one of his spiritual clones, another self of his. He is not a subordinate, so he can't be arrogant and ask questions casually.

This kind of thing has happened many times in the past.

"I have developed a love for the human world and mortals."

"I want to save that woman."

Yu Yong whispered.

As the real body, I naturally know which woman it is.

"Normal, normal."

"If there is no attachment, why should we reincarnate?"

Master Yu said indifferently: "It's just that these attachments will disappear after you merge into me. You don't have to care about that woman either, she is just a passing cloud."

"How can a god have feelings for food?"

"Besides, this food may be harmful and may destroy us. It is a hidden danger after all."

The Rain Master was particularly patient with his other self and enlightened him, "The Emperor and many other supreme gods seem to be trying to create a new race, called the Spirit Race, to replace the human race and replace the source of incense power. This seems to be making some progress."

"If this works, we won't have to suffer all this in the future."

"Ah."

Yu Yong sighed and found a place to sit down, but he didn't feel any better.

The Rain Master was not surprised, and continued to drink and eat meat with the Wind Master, and to play with the mermaids and clam girls. This went on for several months. Finally, he inhaled the remaining courage through his mouth and nose, turning it into a wisp of green smoke and sucked it into his soul, merging it with his original soul.

moment!

Just as Master Yu was about to raise his glass to drink, his body suddenly stiffened.

His pupils contracted rapidly, as if he was about to show fear.

However, this emotion that was about to be born disappeared before it appeared.

"Brother Yu, what's wrong?"

Feng Bo was a little confused and looked up at his old friend.

"fine,"

"It's just that the emotions of the clone's reincarnation this time are a bit strong."

Master Yu shook his head and laughed, raising his glass and said, "Come on, Brother Feng, keep drinking, don't waste such a good time!"

"Hahaha!"

"Drink, drink!"

The Wind God laughed.