Faced with the flames, the smoke by Chen Xu's hand fizzled and surprisingly dissipated.

At that moment, Wen Daoyuan's expression changed dramatically.

He suddenly shouted angrily, "You spawn! How dare you harm my Human Race's pride!"

As he spoke, his tongue thundered—

Rumble!

Only the sound of thunder could be heard rising.

As it turned out, Wen Daoyuan's "tongue thundering" was truly a tongue thundering, not a metaphor but literal.

He let out a furious cry, and at once, a bolt of lightning erupted.

Rumble!

Boom!

A massive thunder descended from the sky, bringing with it billowing clouds of smoke, instantly dispersing the flame rushing towards Chen Xu.

From within the flames, only hear the sound of shrill screams:

"How can a mere human harm me? I am the immortal True Monarch of Primordial Heavenly Fire. Humans, injure me now, and soon your Divine Souls will perish, consumed in your own flames... ah!"

Rumble!

The thunder continued to roar ceaselessly.

Despite the constant hoarse screams from the flames, they ultimately failed to rise again.

Finally, the flames completely dissipated.

However, Chen Xu's clouds did not appear, and although Wen Daoyuan had released the thunder, the "rain" that often follows thunder did not appear this time.

Wen Daoyuan waved his sleeve to dispel the heatwaves in front of him, then raised his hand to throw out a piece of Xuan Paper that glowed with golden light.

He held the pen in his right hand, the pen tip soaked in dense blue ink.

Wen Daoyuan wielded the brush and ink, immediately writing the word "water" with vigorous strokes—

It was said to be vigorous because Wen Daoyuan, with his profound cultivation, could fully write this word "water."

But compared to usual, Wen Daoyuan's "water" was actually written rather awkwardly.

At the same time, the paper and ink Wen Daoyuan used were extraordinary.

Chen Xu glanced briefly, and although his mind had no spare time to think about others, the words on the paper inadvertently caught his eye.

He saw the words on the paper: [Xuan Paper of Literary Virtue, condensed by the merits of the Great Scholar of Literary Dao, naturally possesses a miraculous power, able to resist decay for a thousand years, remain unscathed for ten thousand years.

Words carried on this paper all possess Innate Divine Power.

If used to write poems above the blue smoke, the poetry becomes extraordinary.

One sheet can counter thousands of troops.

If used to make Literary Dao Spiritual Food, the spiritual food becomes peculiar.

Based on the power of the creator, different effects of Divine Power are produced and multiplied.]

Initially, Chen Xu did not pay it any mind; he was just casually glancing.

But with one glance, the effect of the words on the Xuan Paper of Literary Virtue involuntarily embedded in his mind.

Even though Chen Xu had no time to divert his attention, he still remembered these words.

There was yet a second line of words:

[Southern Sea Merfolk Ink, collected by the Southern Sea Merfolk from aquatic spiritual beads, gathering ocean crystals, mixed with merfolk tears to concoct.

It naturally possesses immense aquatic spiritual power, as ink, can paint water into lakes, paint clouds as rain.

If used as a blending material for creating Literary Dao Spiritual Food, the spiritual food naturally adapts to water and can undergo secondary transformation.

Effect unknown, there is some possibility of condensing the Power of Water Virtue.

Note, chance unknown, use cautiously.]

The second line was still extremely prominent, radiant.

As a Great Scholar, Wen Daoyuan dipped his pen in Southern Sea Merfolk Ink, holding the golden Xuan Paper of Literary Virtue, he wrote the word "water."

As that "water" word hit the paper, suddenly the sound of water could be heard rustling.

Shortly after, it seemed as if the entire sky was being reflected by the sea.

Below, the part of the refugees still in chaotic fighting were already dumbfounded.

They raised their heads, heard the thunder rumbled, then saw the water rustle.

The previously pitch-black sky had somehow turned completely blue, above it, as though a whole ocean was about to pour down.

The sky and sea about to tip over, a deluge pressing down.

Such a scene, which should cause fear.

However, for the drought-stricken refugees of the Northern Border, the blue sky only thrilled them.

Zhang Jiuniang wielded a firewood knife at this moment, raising her neck, almost bursting into tears of joy.

"Water, this is water, is it going to rain?"

All the fighting people stopped their fighting.

Countless people rolled and crawled out from the hollows of the mountains, crying and laughing, "Water! A day's water!"

"Sky, have you finally seen the suffering of the common people, are you willing to rain?"

"Sob, sob, sky, why didn't you rain sooner? It would have been better to rain sooner..."

Someone cursed, "Curse the heavens, do you finally agree to rain! Haha..."

Amidst the unstoppable cries and laughter, the blue water waves that covered the sky finally poured down.

Rustle—

"Ah! It's really raining!"

"Water, it's all water, quickly collect water!"

"No, my pot, my clay jar, my water basin, they're all gone... what to do?"

"I still have a water pouch, fantastic, hahaha!"

"No, this is my water pouch, get lost..."

Boom!

To compete for water storage containers, somehow the refugees below were fighting again.

Then, amidst the crackling sounds, the joyfully pouring rain, almost like the sea was overturning, suddenly stopped.

The rain fell on the arid earth, but only moistened it slightly.

Some depressions may have collected a little water, but in this dry environment, how long can these small puddles last?

Below, the fighting refugees were stupefied again.

Water, just disappeared like that?

Then, angry voices rose: "Ah! Darn! Was it you who cursed the heavens earlier?"

"It was you, surely you, you cursed the sky, causing it to take back our rain."

"Good for you, Guo Laoda, you deserve to die!"

The refugees swarmed.

Guo Laoda, once mighty, now could barely defend himself.

Again, the sounds of fighting, crying, anger... amidst heavy chaos arose.

In the sky, thunderclouds dispersed, water shadows vanished.

The night skies darkened again, pitch black, faint starlight dotting the horizon, seemingly illuminating nothing.

Wen Daoyuan sighed, collecting his pen and ink, "That thing's power has grown again. Although I managed to repel it, as it said, I cannot kill it.

This time the rain was less than before."

In the sky, thunderclouds dispersed, water shadows vanished.

The night skies darkened again, pitch black, faint starlight dotting the horizon, seemingly illuminating nothing.

Wen Daoyuan sighed, collecting his pen and ink, "That thing's power has grown again. Although I managed to repel it, as it said, I cannot kill it.

This time the rain was less than before." In the sky, thunderclouds dispersed, water shadows vanished.

The night skies darkened again, pitch black, faint starlight dotting the horizon, seemingly illuminating nothing.

Wen Daoyuan sighed, collecting his pen and ink, "That thing's power has grown again. Although I managed to repel it, as it said, I cannot kill it.

This time the rain was less than before."

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