On the banks of the Nu River, the water was swelling. The dark yellow waves surged boundlessly, as though between heaven and earth only this twisting, roaring yellow dragon remained.

From afar, the waves of the Yellow River surged furiously. They rolled majestically, like a thousand horses charging forth, carrying mud and sand as they poured down from the horizon.

That river water did not just carry water, but a power that could shake the soul. It bore endless mud and rocks, swirling and colliding in the tumultuous currents and vortices. The foam glistened like countless silver scales under the sunlight, shining with a dazzling brilliance. The sound was so immense it was as if thunder clashed and mountains crumbled, making the surrounding lands tremble.

Above the riverside, numerous cultivators on their Escape Lights looked solemnly at the Nu River before them.

In the churning, turbid river, countless Water Demons were hidden beneath the waves. Holding the Water Monarch's Seal, they ceaselessly stirred up the water, accumulating the force of the flood that was about to sweep through Dianchuan.

"Buddha's mercy is infinite, dear fellow Daoists, the surge of the Nu River is already destined. All we can do is make a full effort to save what we can after the tide breaks. This concerns the survival of hundreds of millions of civilians. I hope everyone will put forth their full effort."

Seated in the void, Master Yanhui, with a dignified aura, radiated a halo of glaze-like light around him. As a Dao Expert presiding over the gathering, his words clearly reached the ears of every cultivator present.

The great tide of the Nu River was about to break! This flood, which would affect a third of Dianchuan Province, was already beyond salvation. What they could do now was this: after the flood erupted, they would kill all the Water Demons that came ashore with the tide, aiming to minimize the disaster's impact as much as possible.

"General Song, the evacuation should be mostly complete by now." With his hands together, Master Yanhui turned to look at Song Tingye beside him.

The scope of the flood was too vast; it was impossible for the cultivators alone to rescue all the cities. Thus, Master Yanhui had instructed Song Tingye to report to the County Yamen, so that every prefecture, county, town, and village could be notified, urging all civilians to move to higher ground in the mountains before the disaster struck to avoid the calamity.

"About seventy percent is done, but the area affected by the flood is just too vast. There are still about thirty percent of the populace that haven't been moved."

Bowing slightly, Song Tingye's face was grave as he slowly gripped the Longsword hanging by his waist. Moving hundreds of millions of people was not something that could be accomplished in a mere ten days. That seventy percent was achieved only through nearly forceful measures. It was completely impossible to finish moving the remaining thirty percent in a short time.

Hearing Song Tingye's words, a trace of sorrow appeared on the faces of the cultivators present. As they looked at the Water Demons in the turbulent waters, their eyes overflowed with murderous intent, their teeth grinding audibly.

Thirty percent—that meant tens of millions of lives. Although the Cultivation Realm usually did not pay much attention to ordinary mortals, watching their kin be drowned and harmed like this filled their chests with a fire that could not be quenched.

Even monks from the Buddha Sect, who cultivated their hearts with compassion, now closed their eyes tightly. Their fingers moved their Buddha Beads as they continuously chanted scriptures, veins on their foreheads throbbing violently.

"Martial Uncle, please allow me to leave the monastic life; I want to slaughter these beasts." The robust monk approached the young monk with snow-white features, bowed respectfully. His eyes were filled with rage, his cheeks puffed out.

"Idle thoughts!" Opening his eyes, the young monk—head of the Tianlong Bodhisattva Temple's younger generation—lightly scolded the burly monk, then intoned a Buddha's name:

"It is said that the Bodhisattva lowers his gaze, that Buddha's compassion is infinite.

Little do they know, even a Bodhisattva has moments of Vajra's furious glare.

Since these demons cannot comprehend Buddha's True Scripture, it's well and good for us to communicate through some fists and feet.

Very well, let us send them on a journey to the Western Paradise, where they can hear Buddha's True Scripture."

Before his words had fully fallen, the young monk's arms spread wide. His body radiated strands of golden light, and his kasaya fell away. Behind him floated a magnificent figure with a dragon's head and a human body—imposing and powerful, like a mighty Dharma protector from the Buddha Sect.

Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva!

The mood was incensed, unified by a common enemy! Suddenly, a tumultuous dark cloud loomed over the sky, casting a dense and heavy oppressiveness downwards. Even the light seemed to dim considerably.

Along the riverbanks, which stretched for thousands of miles, there was a continuous stream of cultivators racing towards them, driving their Escape Lights, looking weary, as if they had been rushing tirelessly day and night.

They watched with bated breath as the Nu River's waters roiled ever more fiercely.

This power, laden with the natural might of heaven and earth, was beyond human resistance—unless a Primordial Spirit Boss was willing to personally intervene. Yet, doing so would invite criticism and provide the Demonic Evil Cultivators with a justifiable pretext to openly act!

"It's coming..." Master Yanhui, who was floating in the void, murmured.

At his words, everyone's expression tightened, and they swiftly turned their gaze towards the Nu River below!

RUMBLE—

In a deafening, unceasing roar, the Nu River below boiled more furiously than ever.

Hidden beneath the water, the group of Water Demons raised the Water Monarch's Seals they held. They chanted an ancient and divine melody, as if calling for a supreme being to respond and descend, bringing forth the power to command the entire Nu River.

Unintentionally, the river's surface began to ripple slightly, as though some enormous creature beneath was churning.

At first, there were only ripples; but in an instant, they became waves. The waves overlapped, converged, and ascended, swelling suddenly in the calm, like thousands upon thousands of horses galloping across boundless grasslands.

In the next instant, a colossal wave rose out of nowhere. Rising from the depths of the riverbed, it proclaimed its unstoppable momentum under the dimming sky. That crest, like a sword tearing through the heavens, grew increasingly higher, tracing a powerful and domineering arc in the sky.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The towering tidal wave, nearly a kilometer high, hung suspended, its terrifying pressure seeming to crush the very void itself. A cataclysmic wave stretched for thousands of miles!

Gazing at this rarely-seen, alarming spectacle, a hint of shock and fear involuntarily appeared in the eyes of the cultivators present.

Under such a massive and fierce wave's assault, not to mention flesh and blood, even refined vajra steel might be crumbled into debris.

「At the bottom of the Nu River, within the Flood Dragon Palace.」

The Flood Dragon King revealed his True Body. Coiled atop a colossal dark boulder, he tightly clutched an object in one claw, watching with sinister intent through a tens-of-zhang-sized crystal wall. Displayed on it was a group of Human Cultivators, looking horrified at the titanic wave before them.

"Hahaha! A bunch of livestock, today I will flood a third of your lands! When I ascend to the position of the Dianchuan Water Monarch, I will turn the entire Dianchuan Province into an endless marshland. From this day forth, I, Li Xuan, shall be the king of Dianchuan!"

The boundless laughter echoed throughout the entire Flood Dragon Palace, and upon hearing it, a multitude of fish, shrimp, and crab demons prostrated on the ground in terror.

After his laughter, the Flood Dragon King turned his glittering golden eyes. I wonder if Nie Biao and the rest of those fellows have found the Dragon-Slaying Banner yet...

「...」

"I indeed did not mistake you; you've got skill, kid!"

In the clear blue underwater world, Elder Shui suddenly rose to his feet. His murky, dim eyes unable to contain a burst of brilliance, his terrifying aura nearly forming a pillar of light that shot straight up!

"Quick, let me see that Dragon-Slaying Banner."

"Elder, the Dragon-Slaying Banner—I have already procured it for you. About our agreement..."

Qi Xiu struggled to hold the Dragon-Slaying Banner. This flag, which he had retrieved through life-and-death struggles, was not merely a treasure; it also represented the lives of tens of millions in Dianchuan Province. With a serious expression, Qi Xiu spoke firmly as he looked at Elder Shui approaching.

"Hahaha, you kid, do you really think I would renege on our deal?"

Seeing the Dragon-Slaying Banner he had been longing for, Elder Shui's mood greatly improved, and his tone became noticeably more cheerful and spirited.

He slowly straightened his hunched back. An ancient and mysterious, vast and boundless aura suddenly burst forth, and in an instant, the old man with white hair appeared much younger.

A true deity was gradually awakening!

In the blink of an eye, the old, wrinkled Elder Shui disappeared. In his place stood a middle-aged man.

His features bore the marks of time harmoniously blended with nature; each wrinkle seemed to have endured countless surges and frosts. His deep eyes seemed to contain the power of churning waves, making one feel the ceaseless flow of the river at a glance. The ancient divine armor he wore appeared carved from ageless riverbed stones, exuding a stable and time-worn luster. The broad shoulder plates were carved with swirling waves and interlacing Dragon Scales; he wore a tasseled war skirt that swayed gently in a non-existent breeze. A faint aquamarine light shone through the gaps in the armor, as if it bore the power of endless waters.

This was the true Dianchuan Water Monarch!

Slightly surprised to see Elder Shui transformed before his eyes, Qi Xiu, despite his firm will, was momentarily stunned by the overwhelming presence that was both awe-inspiring and strangely familiar.

"How's that, handsome, isn't it?"

With a slight shrug and a downward gaze at his own appearance, Elder Shui chuckled. He hadn't seen himself in this guise for many years. Since when was it... It must have been the day my lord suddenly disappeared.

"Handsome." Qi Xiu was certainly not lying.

The deity-restored Elder Shui, while not exceptionally handsome, exuded an indescribable charm. This charm... it ought to be called divinity, perhaps. Exalted and captivating.

"Come!"

Having resumed the power of the Dianchuan Water Monarch, Elder Shui let out a light cry. In the next second, countless streams converged from the void, amassing brilliant aquamarine radiance, filling the air with thick, pure moisture.

Just by inhaling a breath of this sweet, moist mist, Qi Xiu felt his fatigue instantly dissipate. His whole being was rejuvenated, returning to his peak condition.

At that moment, a jade seal appeared in Elder Shui's hand. It was square and upright, its top adorned with a majestic True Dragon stepping on surging waves.

And this seal... was the supreme treasure that could control the surging floods of the entire Dianchuan Province!

The Water Monarch Seal!

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