At that time, the six super-giants in the late stage of the Heaven and Earth Formation had finally completed the rain prayer.
The torrential downpour poured down, drenching the entire earth like it was submerged in a rainy season.
All beings on Earth were filled with terror, regardless of their country. Whether they were from any of the three teachings and nine classes, nobility, or commoners, they had all broken down, thinking the end of the world had arrived.
At this moment, in the pitch-black world, only Shushan's immortal island remained peaceful, shrouded in radiant, multicolored lights, shining brightly.
Shushan seemed even more like a heavenly sanctuary, a sacred place, from which waves of laughter and joy emerged.
Huang Xiaolong stood on his flying sword, naturally emitting mana fluctuations that blasted the incoming raindrops into fine powder, keeping him completely dry.
He looked up, gazing into the dark sky.