Legend of the Great Saint

Chapter 1618 - Han Qiongzhi

Above the wilderness, Li Qingshan furrowed his brows firmly and stood still.

The red sun rose up to the east. Before it could even illuminate the land, there was a gale from the horizon that brought inky clouds, filling the entire sky in the blink of an eye. Rain poured down as the fierce winds swept through the land, like a river in heaven had spilled over, wanting to flood the entire world.

Without any prior signs at all, the clear morning immediately became as dark as night. He stood in the centre of this dark night, nowhere to run off to, trapped there for good. He simply allowed the winds to rise and the rain to pour down on him as if he was venting the pain within him, yet it was also so oppressive that there was not a single clap of thunder.

This sense of repression was just like the dark, heavy night, unable to be released no matter what. It was just like the pitch-black storm, pouring down noisily and endlessly.

Within several hundred kilometres of him, everyone looked up, surprised by the sudden change in the weather. They could also sense the ill omen that it contained. At the same time, their emotions became gloomy and repressed as well, almost unable to catch their breaths. Many regular people had already knelt down on the ground, praying towards the gods and buddhas.

This was the might of a god, skilled in the wonders of nature, where a slight change of heart could make the wind and clouds change, leaving the living creatures in worship.

The rain made the rivers swell violently as the winds made the houses sway. The wheat fields were all blown down.

Li Qingshan sensed something, suddenly hearing several more voices again. Those were prayers filled with fear, praying for the heavens to change their minds, to take back this storm.

There were hundreds and thousands of villages within several hundred kilometres of him. If this storm lasted for even another hour, who knows how many people would be swallowed by the flood waters.

“Sigh.” Li Qingshan let out a deep sigh and sucked in a deep breath. Immediately, the clouds and rain dispersed. The sky cleared up again.

As a result, everyone became puzzled and delighted again, cheering around. They all bowed their heads to the ground, laying in prostration.

However, it was as if he had swallowed all of the clouds and rain with that breath, holding it all in his chest. As such, it still weighed heavily like the dark night as the rain poured unceasingly.

“The living beings can pray to gods and buddhas. Who are gods supposed to pray to?”

He sighed like that and took a step forward, vanishing from where he was. He tried his best to enter his memories in hopes of sheltering from this rain.

When Li Qingshan appeared again, an ordinary, small courtyard belonging to a farmer’s family appeared before his eyes. The short twig fences on the two sides were covered in vines, wrapping around a half-exposed, wooden door in the middle. A faded Chinese character that represented fortune was stuck on the door, and…

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