Chapter 28 Travel Diary
The stream flows quietly, and many small fish live freely in it as if soaring through the water.
A gust of wind suddenly blew across the land, causing a whole cloud to move.
Piling up, piling up.
Gradually, water vapor gathers within it.
Another breeze blows gently, and the relatively warm and relatively cold water vapor meet.
A sudden downpour swept across the earth's surface.
The energy of the wind bursts forth within it.
The entire treetop was bent under the weight, seemingly about to break.
Every leaf was battered by the wind and rain; none escaped unscathed.
Above the water vapor in the sky is a flock of pure white feathers. It flaps its wings, and the water vapor is constantly piled up by the wind.
And he also reveals his identity—the announcer of the storm.
Tima watched the flock of feathers fleeing in the storm, lost in thought.
"In the name of the god of storms, I declare that the feathered flock will be able to sense the approach of the storms and thus seek shelter from harm."
But then Tima thought again that flowers grown in a greenhouse will never grow big, and quickly added another sentence.
"If any flock of birds are willing to endure the wind and rain, I, as the god of storms, will bestow upon them a blessing, and they will possess strong physiques and excellent flying abilities."
The law acknowledged Tima's blessing, and a golden light flashed, merging into the divine essence of the flock of feathers.
After that, when the flock of birds flies low, it means that a storm is coming.
From then on, the flock of feathers became the messengers of wind and rain.
The storm came suddenly, moistening the land like a long-awaited rain after a drought.
The divine essence of rainmaking has been strengthened once again.
The gods who live in the source of rainfall are about to descend.
Mother Earth, moved by the nourishment the rain brought to the land, nodded with satisfaction.
Fueled by the torrential rain, the stream slowly rose, washing over both banks of the river.
The fish surfaced one after another, cheering for the arrival of the rain.
Trees, flowers, and grass all benefit from the rain.
Water is the source of life.
This is the 622nd torrential rain that has swept across the land of Tima.
The divine status of storms, whirlwinds, and cyclones also slowly advanced in rank.
This helped Tima become a low-to-mid-level deity.
The other divine attributes haven't changed much. Tima has already reached the limit of most of her divine attributes. Only by comprehending new divine attributes and developing her divine attribute level can she advance further.
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It flies around aimlessly.
On the high seas, an island appeared before Tima's eyes.
Fragrance surrounds the island, and flowers bloom beautifully on it, attracting many birds to seek them out.
Among the flowers were three goddesses, who were frolicking and playing.
Suddenly, one of the goddesses glanced at her.
"who?!"
"come out!"
The other two goddesses immediately became alert.
Tima, who was watching from a distance, immediately replied.
"Homage to your glory, I am the god of the feathered flock."
It was a small white bird that was speaking, while the other two goddesses chuckled.
"Sister, you're still too nervous. Look, it's just a cute little bird." The purple-haired goddess tugged at the wary goddess and pleaded.
Then the blue-haired goddess immediately covered her mouth and chuckled quietly.
Only the wary brown-haired goddess had a serious expression.
What brings you here, sir?
As he spoke, he pulled the purple-haired and blue-haired goddess behind him, staring at Tima warily, as if he would attack Tima at any moment if she made a move.