Reborn into a world teeming with sages, where sects are everywhere and gods watch from all sides, I become a cloud from the start, containing a fragment of the Heavenly Dao's laws.
When mortals pray for rain, the rain I send down is full of vitality, and all life on earth begins to recover.
When cultivators undergo tribulation, the thunder I send down is filled with deadly intent and can shatter their Dao hearts.
When a sage seeks godhood, if I refuse, that sage will wither away.
The world beneath my clouds is governed by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and I hold them in my hands.
I am the one true god, receiving worship and offerings every day.
I endure for all eternity, spanning countless planes.
I am cold and merciless, burying the heavens and the Myriad Worlds.
Every place my gaze reaches is mine.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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