A massive amount of Spiritual Power gushed out with the Spell. Behind him, the Qingshui River abruptly seemed to flow in reverse, as if the Celestial River itself were pouring down. The clear river water shot toward the sky from behind Zhang Deming like a waterfall.
"Source of all things, bend to my will, gather as clouds."
As Zhang Deming spoke, the water flew overhead, spreading into a cloud above the heads of the several hundred townspeople.
As if exploding, it rapidly expanded and rose, forming a single, solid cloud.
In just a moment, the sky low over the entirety of Qingshui Town was enveloped by a cloud.
'It's a pity I don't have a Thunder Lightning Technique and haven't learned any Feng Shui Attribute Techniques. I can't create dark storm clouds, so the whole spectacle is much less impressive. The effect is just… a bit underwhelming!'
"I, the Cultivator Zhang Deming, hereby decree: rain, fall."
