The mass of spiritual fire had spirituality. It snuggled against the Dragon Horse's side like a child snuggling against its mother. Its golden flames seemed not to radiate any heat, but the seawater below was already beginning to evaporate over a large area. In a short while, dark clouds covered the sun and enveloped a radius of a thousand kilometers. Rain fell from the sky. Without sound or presence, the spiritual fire had altered the weather of the area.
A look of astonishment flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. As expected of a spiritual being of the world, it possessed the power to change nature that even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators would find it difficult to pull off.
