Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

Su Mu returned to the courtyard. Everyone was quite present today; even Shenlong had returned—because Xuan Mo was arriving. Just now, the Chenglong Diagram in his hand vibrated, signaling the fusion of the water veins had truly been completed.

Xuan Mo completed his final transformation. The Chenglong Diagram in his hand also underwent a transformation. If he hadn't suppressed it, the entire Qishan County would have been reduced to a swamp. Even so, he still affected the weather in the area—not through the influence of water vapor, but rather the influence of dragon energy.

The bright sunshine gradually gave way to dark clouds, a deep, oppressive darkness. Many people looked up to witness this sudden change in the weather. The pitch-black sky rolled, the wind bringing scattered raindrops. The light was completely obscured, and everyone felt a surge of panic. The heavy, dark clouds seemed palpable, a sense of impending storm.

People on the street were in a hurry. If the rain fell, they would probably be soaked to the bone. The dark clouds came too suddenly.

Not only the people of Qishan County saw it, but everyone around saw it. The dark clouds were truly terrifying. Among them were two monks, their gray robes blown by the wind: one old monk and one young monk.

The old monk looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with confusion. The young monk tugged at him: "Master, it's going to rain. We need to find somewhere to take shelter."

The old monk nodded, but his doubts remained. The arrival of these dark clouds was strange; he could even sense the presence of a dragon. And this wasn't just any dragon. A passing dragon? It didn't seem likely. The dark clouds were still gathering, showing no signs of movement. Why would a dragon be here? He remembered there were no large rivers or lakes nearby, let alone dragons. If there were, they would likely be flood dragons, and the one overhead clearly wasn't one of them.

The old monk thought about it and took the young monk to find a land temple to hide.

A strong wind blew, flattening the grass and trees. The animals in the mountains and forests fled in all directions. The Cangji Swamp was soon engulfed by the dark clouds. In the swamp, a giant, pitch-black python shuddered and suddenly opened its pupils.

He was awakened from his digestion. After eating the old toad, he felt full for the first time in a long time. He lay motionless in the swamp, shutting down all his body functions and focusing on digestion. But now, he was awakened, quietly surfaced, and looked up at the sky.

He wasn't mistaken; it was dragon might. As a python, he was naturally familiar with dragon might. It was the majesty of the Lord of All Scales, the indelible fear etched in the hearts of all scaly creatures, the crushing dominance of the superior over the inferior.

The giant python didn't dare to look any further, his heart also filled with confusion: Why would a dragon appear here? He didn't dare to delve into it, and could only lower his presence to gain a temporary sense of security.

Many of the monsters in Cangji Swamp shared this thought. Though not as perceptive as the giant python, they were also stimulated by the dragon's might and instinctively wanted to flee. Those unable to escape also wrapped themselves up. The entire swamp fell into silence.

"Boom!!" A deafening clap of thunder followed, and purple lightning illuminated the dark, cloud-covered sky, revealing tree-like bolts of lightning. Then, a torrential downpour began.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain was so heavy it seemed to wring out the entire massive dark cloud. Many people in Qishan County had never seen such heavy rain. If there weren't any large rivers nearby, they would definitely be more than just sighing at the downpour, but terrified.

Those looking up at the sky suddenly heard a faint dragon's roar. The old monk and the monsters in Cangji Swamp, in particular, narrowed their gazes. A dragon's shadow flashed across the sky.

The oppressive pressure that had been suffocating everyone finally disappeared. The sudden relief made everyone subconsciously take a deep breath of the moist air.

The Mirage Dragon chuckled sincerely: "This little thing has really made quite a commotion."

Cao Chen looked up at the sky, unconcerned about the title "Mirage Dragon." Ninety-nine percent of the creatures in this world could be called "little things" in front of him, not because of strength, but simply because he was so ancient. That was his opinion.

However, he soon realized that the "little thing" the mirage dragon referred to was indeed a little thing. Amidst the torrential rain, a figure rushed out and embraced Su Mu.

"Sir! ! ! !"

The growth of Xuan Mo's strength did not change his mentality or even his appearance. He was still the little carp that once followed Su Mu intimately.

"Haha, well done." Su Mu patted Xuan Mo's head and said with a smile. Xuan Mo then affectionately rubbed against him.

The rain didn't last long; it soon stopped and the sky cleared. When the sun shone, the world looked brand new. This was especially true in the Cangji Swamp. The rain dispelled the miasma and brought new growth to many dead trees.

The monsters didn't know if the dragon was simply passing through or not, but the gift Cangji Swamp received was real. This rain seemed to be more than just ordinary rain; it was mingled with the spiritual energy of the water. And most of the monsters in Cangji Swamp were able to enjoy this gift.

Xuan Mo, the gift-giver, was currently sitting in a chair, enjoying pastries and tea while discussing his plans for the water vein with Su Mu. Even though he was a hundred thousand miles away, he could still sense its presence. Thanks to the nourishment of the water vein, oases were sprouting one after another in the desert, causing a rapid population boom in the desert kingdoms. Over the past decade, many kingdoms had merged, and the kingdom Su Mu had founded was a prominent example.

The area is now more than ten times larger than before, and the population has exceeded tens of millions - and this is despite years of war. Although it seems a lot, there are not many scattered in the desert.

They believed in nature and the oasis. Meanwhile, the Desert Water Tribe lived within underground water veins, basking in the aura of the water, their strength rapidly increasing. They recognized Xuan Mo as their master, while protecting the water veins and the oasis.

After arranging everything, Xuan Mo came to Su Mu through the Chenglongtu. The dark clouds were the water spirit energy that escaped when Xuan Mo passed through the Chenglongtu.

Su Mu looked at Xuan Mo. It was time for him to get out and about. He was growing up too fast. Being blessed with natural advantages was sometimes a good thing, but sometimes it could be a bad thing. Now that he had the strength, it was time to improve and broaden his horizons.

But to Su Mu's surprise, Xuan Mo didn't seem as clueless as she'd imagined. He was often quite resourceful, his words and actions perfectly organized. For example, the arrangement of the water veins this time was so expertly executed. While not perfect, it certainly didn't give the impression of playfulness.

It forms a contrast with the appearance.