Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
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. I
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