The rain broken by Powerful Qi was only temporary; within half a day, the rift forcibly torn into the clouds over the Capital Region faded away seamlessly.
The vast, thick rain clouds spanned thousands of miles, creating a spectacular sight.
The autumn rain began to fall once more.
The waters of Dayan Mountain were beautiful, veiled in a layer of gray-blue like an ink painting.
This tranquility was suddenly disrupted by a middle-aged man who came from above the clouds, hair streaked with gray, his black clothes untouched by the rain, descending straight into the undulating towering mountains.
Contrary to the picturesque beauty seen from afar, a closer look revealed a scent of decay pervading the mountains and forests, the bodies of animals, decaying dead leaves, but fortunately, the rain washed away the majority.
