CHAPTER 625: CHAPTER 33: HEAVEN-SENT SOOTHING RAIN

"That’s the cry of Little White Jiao," Xiao Xian felt the despair and pain in the howl of Little White Jiao, her heart souring as she silently urged, dumplings, you must pull through.

Above the clouds, the lightning temporarily vanished, as if devoured by something, "Dumplings, this is bad, Little White Jiao is risking it all," Xiao Xian was anxious in her heart, but she had already pushed the Cloud Ascension Technique to its limit, barely keeping herself suspended midair without dropping, trying to ascend further was as difficult as scaling the heavens.

Her heart was ablaze as if oil boiled, Xiao Xian exhaled, knowing it was pointless to panic now, she calmed down. She squinted, her gaze fixed on the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors by the side of the Thunder Wall.

The Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors turned northward, and as the sky’s lightning ceased temporarily, the intimidation of the walls on all four sides also slightly lessened.

"This is the moment I’ve been waiting for," Xiao Xian thought to herself, accumulating Daoist Spiritual Energy in her hand, and as she moved in unison with the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, in an instant, they merged into one.

Amidst the clouds, the sounds of metal striking rang out, the northern lightning wall split open like silk, pierced with a single strike.

The mushroom cloud standing above the desert exploded with a thunderous roar, multiple streaks of lightning scattering in all directions, the clouds dispersing like routed soldiers, the lightning thundering away like ten thousand horses stampeding, and the vapour that was pressed together was released from the confines of the lightning cage, crashing down in torrents.

In an instant, Area C was hit with a downpour, the raindrops sharp as blades rapidly burrowed into the sandy ground, pocking the surface with numerous depressions.

The rain carved multiple ravines in the desert of Area C, with the yellow sand rushing into the crevices, forming muddy streams of silt-laden water on the surface.

Hidden within the depths of the desert, Farmer Spring convulsed like a sick patient at the explosion of the thunderclouds, the continuous flow of water slowed and settled, leaving the surface somewhat dry, and the light at the bottom of the spring weakened slightly.

Below Area C, the rain blanketed the sky, yet above the clouds there was a beautiful scene of a clear sky after the rain, the act of breaking through the wall exhausted all of Xiao Xian’s Qi, and she thought she would fall from the clouds, half-dead, but contrary to expectation, her body didn’t fall with the dispersing clouds but was instead hanging in the air, slowly moving downward.

Xiao Xian lifted her eyelids, feeling around below her, within reach was a gentle white light, even purer than silver. She looked down to see the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors floating beneath her feet, gliding steadily through the sky like a flying sword.

Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors? Flying sword! Xiao Xian was mixed with grief and joy, to think that through such tribulations, she had accidentally discovered another function of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors. In the moment between life and death, she had almost merged her thoughts with the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.

Although the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors was indeed a pair of scissors, it was originally made from an Outer Heaven Meteor Crystal that could be used to forge Spiritual Artifacts or even Immortal Artifacts, so making a flying sword was certainly plausible. But being trampled underfoot was a humiliation for the sentient Meteor Crystal, which was why it never developed this function.

Tonight, in the face of the destructive power of the thunderstorm, when sensing the undeniable master-servant loyalty between Xiao Xian and Little White Flood Dragon, the Treasure Scissors became like an enlightened child, pleasing and obedient, willingly laboring for Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian couldn’t afford to examine the new function of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors in detail, her whole heart was set on finding Little White Jiao quickly.

Led by the guidance of the Space Sugarcane Seedlings, Xiao Xian found Little White Jiao in the deep belly of the desert, scorched black by the lightning.

Its Flood Dragon scales had completely peeled off, an unpleasant charred odor emanated from its body, its once cunning sparkling dragon eyes were tightly shut, with blisters across the eyelids.

"Dumplings," when Xiao Xian found Little White Jiao, she was overcome with grief, only slightly calming after she felt the faint heartbeat on its body.

Xiao Xian immediately placed Little White Jiao back into the space, hoping the effects of the Silver-grade Space Water could save its life.

The rain continued to pour, Xiao Xian walked toward the dorms in a daze.

"Xiao Xian," just as the silhouette of the dorm buildings came into view, Xuerou rushed over, choking up at the sight of Xiao Xian, "I thought..."

"I’m fine," Xiao Xian clenched her fists, the warmth emanating from her palms assured her that everything was over.