Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 319 - 95: Rainfall

Lu Yu’s soft words echoed among the crowd, and the clever ones among them had already discerned the implicit meaning in Lu Yu’s words. They hastily kowtowed and cried out, "Please, Immortal, bestow a method for salvation, so that we may never again suffer the woes of drought."

Only then did the people surrounding him have a sudden realization, and instead of looking at the embarrassed monk, they began to kowtow and pray to Lu Yu, hoping to receive the Technique of Redemption.

"Since ancient times, the Human Sages of the human race have infused the spirit of ceaseless self-strengthening into our bloodstream. The saying, ’When the hearts of the people are united, Mount Tai can be moved,’ is no empty phrase. Now that the Human Path is thriving, the will of the human race is enough to alter heaven and earth," Lu Yu said, smiling.

But he also knew that the Kingdom of Tarrycat was after all no match for the Great Tang, and Kyushu, the home of the human race, was protected by the Nine Tripods established by Emperor Yu, which made it difficult for the Immortal Gods of Kyushu to intervene in the matters of the mundane world. Conversely, it allowed the spirit of ceaseless striving to continue to be passed down.

The Kingdom of Tarrycat, located in Xiniu Hezhou, lay outside the seal of Kyushu, with Demons lurking around and Immortal Gods unbound, resulting in people here preferring to place their hopes on the care of Divine Spirits.

Hence, he summoned his Treasure Vase. By now, the Great Dao Treasure Vase had already transformed drastically in appearance. After refining that trace of the Rules of Water, the Treasure Vase, as soon as it appeared, filled the space between heaven and earth with a thick moisture, and even the people around could distinctly feel the moisture on their bodies.

Lu Yu gently threw the Treasure Vase, and it flew up to the top of the Dragon of Fortune’s head. Suddenly, the previously feeble Dragon of the Human Path seemed to have ingested an elixir as it roared skywards, surrounded by the moisture, and abruptly, a dark cloud appeared over the capital of the Kingdom of Tarrycat, and a fierce wind arose.

Some blessed soul cried out to the heavens, "Lord of Heaven, let it rain!"

His words reminded the people around him, and everyone began to shout loudly, their massive clamor piercing the clouds, carrying their hopes and wishes.

"Roar!" The Dragon of the Human Path roared, and with the support of the people’s collective intent, it overcame its weakness. The surrounding moisture moved accordingly, and the densely clouded sky began to pour down a vigourous rain, droplets falling in the city, splashing and eliminating the heat, bringing laughter to all the beings on the ground.

Lu Yu could clearly feel that the swiftly dissipating moisture began to slow down, and the Power of Humanity began to suppress the power of the Patriarch of the Nether River.

As the heavy rain fell, the people’s spirits rose even higher, they embraced and cheered each other, the joyful atmosphere further boosting the Fortune of the Human Path.

"Is this the principle of the Kyushu seal?" Lu Yu murmured to himself.

No wonder the Human Sages constantly emphasized the ceaseless self-strengthening and the belief that man can conquer nature. Only with such a strong collective will, can the power of the Fortune of the Human Path be maximally enhanced, making its suppressing force even stronger, thus further highlighting the power of humanity, making the spirit of the human race even more robust, and ultimately forming a virtuous cycle. In this cycle, the Fortune of the Human Path continually strengthened, repelling all Divine Spirits, Demons, and Monsters of the world.

As the Fortune of the Human Path of the Kingdom of Tarrycat transformed, deep in the Underworld, seated above the Sea of Blood, the Patriarch of the Nether River opened his eyes, lifting his head in confusion.

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For he discovered that some of the moisture he collected seemed to have been intercepted, but at this moment, he did not care, as it was only a very small part and would not affect his plans. Besides, he had been carrying out this plan for many years and it was almost reaching fruition; the slight loss of moisture was inconsequential.

Thinking this, his gaze fell onto a certain spot in the Three Realms, where beneath that piece of land, a powerful Rule of Water with Innate Authority lay quietly below the ground.

A smile appeared on his lips; he was confident that no one would guess he had chosen this place to gather the Rule of Water. He very much wanted to talk to himself joyfully, but thinking of Di Ting, the annoying creature next to Ksitigarbha, the Patriarch of the Nether River swallowed the words he was about to say.

Following his gaze, we could see a mountain engulfed in flames, fierce fire coming at us with endless heat waves, making it impossible to open our eyes; it was none other than Flame Mountain.

Not far from him, Ksitigarbha asked Di Ting beside him with a puzzled look, "What mischief is the Patriarch of the Nether River up to again? It’s been a long time since he stirred up any trouble."

Di Ting slightly lifted his eyelids and replied, "Aren’t you happy that no one is causing trouble?"

"This old ancestor is not someone who stays put, he must be scheming something," said Ksitigarbha, glancing at the languid Di Ting.

"I know, but I don’t want to say," yawned Di Ting, closing his eyes again and uttering softly.

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"Ten golden flowers from the Pool of Merit," Ksitigarbha said with a smile.

Di Ting’s eyes snapped open, fixating on Ksitigarbha with an excited gaze, and he asked eagerly, "Are you serious?"

"A monk doesn’t lie!"

"How about this, you give me twelve flowers, and I’ll tell you exactly what secret the Patriarch of the Nether River is plotting," Di Ting’s eyes rolled as he spoke.

"Ten flowers!" Ksitigarbha said firmly, knowing that the only Di Ting in the Three Realms would cling onto any hint of hesitation.

"You monk, still so miserly, fine, ten flowers it is," sighed Di Ting slightly, and then he lazily sprawled on the ground again.

"After being born from the Sea of Blood, the Patriarch of the Nether River was struck by a sword from a Mysterious Figure, severing the innate Rules of Water, leaving him inherently flawed, unable to harness the true power of the Sea of Blood, thus being suppressed by a junior like you for many years."

"In his desperation to compensate for his flaw, he needed the Rules of Water. However, since the establishment of the Heavenly Court and the gods taking their places, the laws between heaven and earth have been orderly, leaving no Rules of Water astray."

"Therefore, he turned his attention to Xiniu Hezhou, hoping to gather water vapors and successfully amalgamate the once-dissipated Rules of Water and that authority."

"You’re talking about the legacy of Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang, aren’t you!" asked Ksitigarbha.

"Exactly, the legacy of those two innate divinities, you should know that the fall of each divine spirit inevitably implies the emergence of an innate object; the death of the Eastern Emperor brings forth Fusang, the demise of Master of Clouds brings forth the Soap Carving Banner, the death of the Great Minister of Fate and the Lesser Minister of Fate brings forth the appearance of the Book of Life and Death, yet there were no legacies from Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang."

"Only because initially, these two saints needed to replenish the water veins of Xiniu Hezhou’s earth, thus preventing the birth of any innate objects, dispersing the Rules of Water into the cosmos, and re-establishing the water cycle in the west, thus the Rules of Water and the authority have remained hidden deep beneath the surface of Xiniu Hezhou."