Chapter 1198: Chapter 1192: May The Mortal Realm Prosper
Within the Dao Domain, a light drizzle drifted through the air.
Ripples undulated across the water’s surface.
Relying on his Dao method, Li Wei stood with the Yin-Yang Fish diagram beneath his feet.
Behind him stood Li Yaotie, hefting his hammer, along with the Seven Ironclads and the Demon Lord.
Suspended in mid-air was Uncle Rain.
Uncle Rain’s hair was disheveled, and his loose blue robes were torn in multiple places.
Yet, despite his pale face, he lacked no sense of majesty, looking down at the Li clansmen exactly like a god.
“The world of the past was not like this.”
Uncle Rain’s expression was calm, as if he were clearing the doubts of his believers.
“His Majesty devoted himself to governing well, and the world was at peace.
At that time, Divinity Transformation cultivators were not allowed to interfere in the mortal realm, and Void Refining cultivators were required to live in seclusion.
We were born in response to the times.”
“The Department of Immortal Suppression captured demons and evil beings, guarding the mortal world.
The Imperial Protectors Guard defended the borders, deterring the Demon Tribe and Wu Tribe from acting out of line, forcing them to accept the status quo.
In the Hall of Merit were numerous mighty figures of merit. I, Uncle Rain, dispensed the rain. With the people’s faith, I would eventually bee a true god one day.”
“His Majesty said that I was a god. Sooner or later, there would be a divine seat for me in the Heavenly Palace, allowing me to attain the Dao and bee an immortal.”
Li Wei and the others remained silent. Even the most impulsive brats behind him didn’t dare to utter a word.
At the very least, the Uncle Rain in the stories had once blessed the people of the world for ten thousand years.
“Hahaha!”
Uncle Rain laughed freely.
The heavy rain within the Dao Domain howled with the wind.
Uncle Rain was very satisfied; whether inside or outside the Dao Domain, there were people—just like the living beings who had once believed in him.
The roaring laughter suddenly lowered. Anyone could see Uncle Rain’s desolation.
“But His Majesty gave me none of what he promised. He said he would bee the Vast Heaven God Emperor, and we would all drink immortal wine with him in his Heavenly Court.”
“But he broke his word. He never paid attention to our affairs again. The Heavenly Palace could only run itself through the major departments. From that day on, everyone bullied me.”
“When I went to dispense rain, everyone in the Heavenly Palace started to slack off. I was the only one traveling all over the world, saving the mon people from misery.”
“I merely wanted to rest for a few days, but the people of the world smashed my statues. They said I was not a petent god, that I brought disaster upon them.”
“But…”
“They called me a god, but in my heart, I also had my god—His Majesty. If even my god could not keep his promises, how could I protect the entire world? Was I wrong? I just wanted to rest. Was I at fault?!!”
“I was not.”
Uncle Rain’s face turned ferocious.
“I thought my colleagues in the Heavenly Palace would urge me on. For hundreds of years—nothing! They never had faith. They never cared about His Majesty’s promises. They were content with the status quo!”
“So I showed them my methods properly, giving the people of the world a pleasant surprise, hahaha!”
A torrential downpour raged within the Dao Domain.
As raindrops pelted the water’s surface, creating continuous ripples, Uncle Rain’s ferocious and crazed laughter echoed.
“It’s a pity they treated me as a rebel. They never cared about what I had done. Since His Majesty did not keep his promise, I went to find the answers myself. I wanted to bee a god. I was supposed to bee a god to begin with.”
“A god will not fall at the hands of you despicable, lowly mortals!”
Looking at the still-rampant and deranged Uncle Rain, Li Yaotie’s face flushed with anger.
A faint fiery glow lit up on his battered, heavy hammer. Just as he was about to make a move, a hand landed on the handle of his hammer.
It was the Old Ancestor. The Old Ancestor shook his head at him.
Then, the Old Ancestor turned around and silently led the descendants of the Li Clan out of the Dao Domain.
Outside the Dao Domain, the Li clansmen had gathered. Li Chang had also brought the children over.
In the cloudy sky.
Ah Hei had arrived at some unknown point in time. Standing beside him was an old man with an immortal bearing—Ancestor Lan of the Eternal Immortal Sect.
Ancestor Lan frowned deeply.
Ah Hei sensed the increasingly majestic aura of the Great Dao of Rain Dispensation within the Dao Domain.
He said faintly,
“Many years ago, His Majesty swept across the world and carved out a piece of land for the Human Race.
In truth, His Majesty had many things to do. He wanted to forge a Heavenly Court where the Human Race, Demon Tribe, Wu Tribe, and the Underworld… would all obey his mand.
It’s just that His Majesty failed to acplish this. After that, Uncle Rain rebelled.”
“I didn’t expect that his discontent stemmed from this. It’s a pity he fell into Min Tiange’s hands.”
Ancestor Lan shook his head.
“From the moment he began taking away the rain of the world, he was no longer himself.”
“No.” Ah Hei sneered.
“He snatched away the great rivers, but after stabilizing his Dao Domain at the Body Integration realm, he went to plunder the hidden factions. In just a few years, he returned the great rivers to the world.”
“He just provoked the wrong people. It was true before he fell into Min Tiange’s hands, and it is true now.”
Ancestor Lan said no more.
At this moment, outside the Dao Domain, the cultivators sensed everything happening within.
Li Wei’s gaze was plex.
He didn’t know much about the past before the Imperial Dynasty. Even from some of the old fellows, it was difficult to learn the ancient secrets of the dynasty.
However, today, Li Wei could see that Uncle Rain had faith. At the very least, it was a lofty faith—it was just that his faith had failed.
He had spent over a year and died eight times to prove that Uncle Rain was not a god.
Yet at this moment.
He felt that Uncle Rain… was.
Inside the Dao Domain.
Uncle Rain laughed madly in the rain, the drizzle forming scene after scene.
He saw himself flying over prosperous cities and landscapes amidst the joyous cheers of the world’s moners.
He flew into the sky. It was the Heavenly Court, populated with numerous majestic heavenly soldiers and generals.
On his way to the Heavenly Court, he met many colleagues who were chatting happily about how to protect the mortal realm.
Until the very end.
His Majesty, sitting on the dragon throne and drinking with immortal officials, raised a jade cup toward him.
He accepted the immortal wine bestowed by His Majesty from a fairy’s hands, knelt on one knee, and shouted proudly.
“This subject, the god governing the rain of the mortal realm, Uncle Rain, thanks His Majesty for the wine!”
“May His Majesty enjoy immortal blessings eternally, and may the mortal realm prosper!”
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