From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 305: A World Out of Control [Seeking a monthly ticket~~]

Flashes of light appeared from time to time in the middle of the heavy gray clouds, followed by a dull sound and several bolts of lightning.

The deafening sound of thunder has not yet subsided, but the air is already filled with a faint smell.

That was the smell of dust splashed by rain on the cement ground scorched by the scorching sun.

There was a loud thunder and dark clouds gathered. The gloomy and thick clouds seemed to have a big hole in them, and finally the rain began to fall!
It was raining heavily, and the entire Longhu Mountain was hidden in the drizzle, making it look even more green, gloomy and mysterious.

The clothes of the 36,000 people were soaked by the rain and stuck to their bodies.

But they seemed to have no feelings.
The people on the Jiaotan Square stood, the people on Longhu Mountain stood, like crazy.
An incredible and mysterious world is revealed to the world.

Thousands of meters in the sky, Li Yang sat cross-legged on the clouds, looking down at the myriad emotions below the clouds without any sadness or joy.
The panel is suspended in front of your eyes, filled with ink-like clouds.

【极道宝鉴：3阶（3.2w/72w），解锁状态：五雷术（1/5），御剑术（5/9），句芒法身（小成），地煞轮盘（3/72）】

When the experience points of "Extreme Treasure Mirror" exceeded 3, the third lucky draw of the Earthly Demonic Power was not what Li Yang had hoped for.
But it was used to pray for rain this time, and it worked wonders.
[Mist: You can spread mist within a certain range. 】

At Li Yang's current level, he is still unable to create something out of nothing. The casting of some magical powers is highly dependent on the natural environment.
For example, this time when he prayed for rain, rain was water vapor. Under the scorching sun for days, there was not a single cloud in the sky over the entire Jiangyou Province. Even if he worked tirelessly to draw talismans related to praying for rain, the amount of rain that would fall would not be too much.

This cloud, which can cover the entire Longhu Mountain and half of Jiangyou Province, contains a terrifying amount of water vapor. It was all dispatched by him from various river basins in the past few days and hidden under the mountain.
There are Baita River, Poyang Lake, many rivers, lakes, seas and underground rivers, which took Li Yang a lot of ingenuity.
The clouds and mist covering the mountain at the opening of the Luotian Grand Ceremony, as well as the heavy fog in the mornings in recent days, are all Li Yang's work.

These water vapors hidden in the mountains were transformed into a vast mist by Li Yang using his magical power of [Spreading Fog], and then he used [Controlling Objects] to lift it to a height of several thousand meters, and finally he used his magical power of [Praying for Rain] to create this heavy rain.

Nearly 80,000 square kilometers of [praying for rain] and [spreading fog] are also a huge burden for Li Yang.

However, looking at the people in the square who were still excited despite being drenched, Li Yang smiled calmly.
At least it’s not a wasted effort.

Heavy rain, heavy rain without any suspense, the whole world seemed to be refreshed, the dirt and heat were washed away, like a wiped mirror, emitting a cool cold light.

At this time, the Yingjiangyou Provincial Meteorological Bureau was in chaos.

Many experts took papers and pens and submitted piles of documents.

That is the cloud map of this heavy rain, the coverage area calculation, and the rainfall data of various places, detailed to every town, village and city.
The so-called rainfall refers to the depth of rain falling on the horizontal surface within a certain period of time.

The significance of this prayer for rain is too great. People at home and abroad, from top to bottom, are all watching and waiting for their data.

Countless meteorological experts with thinning hair were urged to work in a hurry, but they did not complain at all and their faces were full of joy.

Human power can influence celestial phenomena, set up altars to pray for rain, and bless the people. It is incredible that the stories in the ancient Strange Tales of Immortals can actually happen in reality.

The rain was heavy and continuous, like a waterfall or a river hanging upside down in the sky, accompanied by thunder and wind. Those who ran out of their rooms and were caught in the rain on the streets cheered inexplicably, fiercely, and for no reason.
They only felt the ringing of their eardrums, the coolness of the sky and earth, and the clear and dense beating sounds in the clouds, like an exciting war drum, capturing all the senses of the body.

"Whoosh!"

"Pah, pah!"

Heavy raindrops fell on the streets, carports, roofs, glass windows and pedestrians.
In this rain, people seem to be able to glimpse a bright future.

I don't know how long it took, but tens of thousands of people on Longhu Mountain had their clothes stuck to their bodies in the rain and never dried.

The rain is still falling.

The clouds turned from pitch black to dim, and then slowly turned gray.
The clouds that stretch over tens of thousands of square kilometers are slowly becoming thinner and lighter.
"At chen, clouds appear; at si, rain falls; at shen, the rain is heavy; the rainfall is 3 feet 3 inches and 48 drops. This continuous and heavy rain shows my true Dharma."

A voice slowly spread out from the sky. Li Yang was standing there.

In the picture, the gray clouds in the sky and the wind that seemed to be real were slowly fading away beside him, pieces and wisps of gray floating... and gradually fading away.

The rain finally stopped.

The whole world is silent.

"Look, the person in the cloud... comes out." In front of the TV screen.

“…” Billions of voices mixed and difficult to distinguish.

People in the square are standing, people in front of the TV are standing.

"What is that?" asked other people in the Jiaotan Square.

"I can't see clearly." The person next to him answered.

"Immortal, the immortal who rides on the clouds!" the people around him shouted.

Li Yang stood with his hands behind his back, and his figure gradually descended from the sky.
He slowly descended from a height of thousands of meters above Mount Longhu, his clothes fluttering, all the way down to the Chaozhen Altar.

The emotions of the more than 5,000 spectators at Chaozhentan Square were close to losing control.

All the staff on the scene, including the armed police force arranged by the authorities, rushed madly towards the descending figure and surrounded him.

Thousands of spectators and countless media reporters in the square rushed to the area where he was about to fall, stretching their arms into the air.

Under the loud reminder of Zhu Ling and Wang Xin of Baiyun Mountain, more than 100 Taoists of the Taoist Alliance quickly blocked the crazy people who wanted to make pilgrimages and quickly occupied the edge area of ​​the altar.

Each of them was excited and trembling, and wanted to turn around to take a look, but everyone was focused on what was in front of them.

Except for the center, Zhu Ling, Wang Xin...they looked up and greeted Li Yang, who was dressed in a purple robe, as he slowly descended to the ground.

"The grand ceremony is going on as normal. All spectators are prohibited from approaching the altar, including all media reporters. Those filming or recording are prohibited from approaching. Please keep your distance..."

The sound of a broadcast came from the mountain and was heard by every spectator.

Chaozhentan finally calmed down and order was restored

Li Yang sat cross-legged again, and the 108 Taoist priests stood solemnly around him.
The whole world is watching the young oriental face on TV, mobile phones, and shopping mall projection screens.

His indifferent expression, his hair and purple robe blowing in the wind, his slightly opened eyes...

Now, thousands of people in the square are worshipping him, and perhaps the whole world is doing the same.

The mountain scenery was washed by the rain and became extremely quiet. Wang Shuhuan had already sat cross-legged on the cushion in the square again.
The remaining raindrops gathered into a line and slid down Wang Shuhuan's face.
Chen Li, who was standing beside him, was so excited that she held his hand tightly, her voice trembling.
"...The one you went to Baiyun Mountain to find was him, right..."

Wang Shuhuan nodded.
"Yes... He is the one who killed the white corpse, fought the blood demon, and struck the ghost king with lightning. He is the one who pioneered and named the realm of cultivation in China. He is the top master who has made the fastest and youngest progress since the revival of human spiritual energy..."

"At present, China... no, he may be the most powerful person in the entire human race, no doubt about it." Wang Shuhuan paused after saying this, and raised his head to look at the altar again, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"He is the man at the altar now. Before I left, China had many names for him... and we usually respectfully call him Master Li."

(End of this chapter)