The era had long since changed. In today's world, no place was a tattered, leaky sieve like the Great Dui.
The so-called calamity depended on what kind of disaster it was. These seemingly intimidating, world-covering natural disasters were actually of little use.
Those forces, spread across every place, depended on the local strongman's mood.
When I say rain, you'd better rain. If I say drizzle, then no one can summon a storm.
If the Earth Devil Venerate hadn't been so greedy, hadn't tried to trigger every possible natural disaster everywhere at once, and had focused on triggering a disaster in just one place, he might have actually had a chance at turning the tables.
Unfortunately, this Gua Pi seemed to live long, but in reality, spent most of the time in slumber, an uneducated fool who couldn't keep up with the times.
In thousands of places, he ignited small flames, most of which were forcibly blown out the instant they were lit.
