Mengta with a fan was coming to the seaside, bouncing and vivacious.

The more he looked at the fan he just got, the more he liked it. He thought it was given by Aunt Ronghua so it must be excellent. When he looked at the sea, some fun ideas popped into his mind, and he wondered how powerful the fan was.

But after studying it for a long time, he found a serious problem—how to open the fan!

Mengta suddenly became a little unhappy, for he didn't ask Aunt Ronghua how to use it!

Mengta was upset and waved the fan anywhere. But such an unintentional act caused a disaster on the sea.

It was calm this second and completely different next second. Huge waves were roaring, pa.s.sing the coastline and field and rapidly attacking the villages on the sh.o.r.e side. Everything was gone in the muddy water at the moment. Humans shouted at the huge waves. Everyone had to admit that a tsunami once in a century occurred.

Looking at humans escaping, Mengta realized that he had caused trouble again. He silently turned away, trying to stop it by using the fan, so he imitated the action just now. But the waves became larger instead of stopping. Mengta got angry at once.

"What a bad fan, so useless."

It was so messy. What shall I do?

Monsters separated from humans by the sea were surprised by the sudden tsunami. The sea surface was calm last second and waves rolled next second. Every monster knew it must be caused by a human and the human had high cultivation. It was none of their business at first, but unfortunately, their Lord's Lady was still here, so they rushed to the snake cave to deliver the message.

s.h.i.+gong, the master of the snake cave, entered the circle ten thousand years ago and suffered from the cold wind on the peak alone for his mistake. His black waist-length hair was not tied up, slightly flowing. His figure in the air seemed to be lonely. His skin was glossy. His eyes looked unfeeling. The black monster pattern between his eyebrows made him colder. Only when looking at the realm of the human race could his expression become soft.

Then he saw the sea change.

"Lord."

Someone was reporting. His soft expression disappeared immediately. He turned around and became grim-faced, and the messenger felt nervous at once.

"Haven't I said before that no one could enter without my permission?"

The messenger felt the anger of the Lord and immediately said, "Lord, Lady has an accident." His face suddenly changed when he heard this. He disappeared like a gust of wind before the messenger told him.

The tsunami continued. Someone tried to freeze the tsunami but only to find that the tsunami was actually spiritual. Someone was astounded.

"That's terrible. Someone is controlling the tsunami."

"What should we do? We cannot stop this tsunami." The tsunami broke in in full fury without an omen, so it was too late to do anything about it for everyone.

"Take it easy. There is always a way," someone said, pretending to be calm. Actually, he didn't know the solution, and after all, this was not the scene they thought.

There was a horrifying scene, especially a chaotic sea surface. Ordinary humans struggled in the water, with fear and pain. The dead bodies of old people and children floated on the water surface, and each scene gave an impact on these cultivators. Some humans didn't know how to help them, only seeing them shouting on the sea helplessly.

Some humans were calling for their relatives, praying for help. The strong visual impact only gave them pain and pushed them to think, "Who brought the disaster, just the bad human? We had been cultivated for a long time. Couldn't we even save ordinary humans?"

"Come and save humans!"

Someone called out, so the numb cultivators came to their senses, turning around and rus.h.i.+ng to ordinary humans.

Mengta, who brought the disaster, was actually terrified, "I just waved it, why is it so serious?" He looked around and then seriously thought that he'd better ask for Aunt Ronghua's help.

Ronghua had felt a huge change before Mengta found her. But now, she had something more important to do. The wind blew, peach flowers flew, Ronghua appeared, the fan on her hand became a sword which seemed to kill one, and there was a chilly sense. Qingyi held a bow on her left hand, lifting horizontally in front of her. She always stared at Ronghua's hand, and she knew the consequence! But at this very moment, there was no turning back.

The wind blew the hair of Qingyi, her hair was a little messy but graceful, her clothes were blown, and her face became s.h.i.+ny! She pulled the arrow with her right hand and then shot.

In the past hundred thousand years, the bow just liked a sword hidden in a box, hiding its cutting edge. Although the bow didn't show its brilliant power a hundred thousand years old, it was not in the box at this moment! Ronghua smiled and stretched out her long sword in her right hand, full of coldness. Qingyi only saw a beam of black cold light towards the arrow, the coldness of the sword had collided with the arrow before the sword reached, and they both retreated.

The two beams of airflow touched and continuously collided, the airflow gradually descended, its collision speed decreased, it made a crack sound like fizz, and finally, the airflow was broken. Starlight gathered together to suddenly form a huge beam of light. Stars were bright, surrounding them, and there were some twisty stars in the light.

Ronghua looked around. These were memories that she had, unfortunately, fell into the world-changing platform for millions and millions of years, among which there were also many memories about ancestors of the G.o.d race and some secrets she wanted to know.

Then Ronghua found that the sky changed greatly and was out of control. She knew things got serious.

Ronghua was silent. Even if she didn't say anything, Qingyi knew it was what Mengta did on the sea. Only the iron fan had such power.

Ronghua kept well these memories and decided to look for them later. Now the primary task was to stop this tsunami.

A figure flew in the air before they came over and straightly flew to Qingyi, and no doubt he was Mengta.

Mengta wiped away his tears and said in an aggrieved voice, "Mom, I caused a trouble again."

Ronghua was astounded. She thought that only Mengta could say in a so aggrieved voice after causing trouble. But Qingyi wouldn't think like her. Qingyi's veins stood out suddenly and violently, and she would get angry but couldn't do this when seeing Mengta's aggrieved expression. She thought she would beat him if he weren't her son. How could he cry in front of her after causing trouble? Why was he like his father, who caused lots of troubles and pretended to be aggrieved later? Why was it going? Like father, like son.

"I understand that a father always teaches his son to be like him."

Ronghua wanted to smooth things over, "Well, Mengta, did you bring the tsunami?"

Mengta missed a beat, "I... I did not...." I didn't bring this tsunami on purpose. How should I know this tsunami came too soon after I waved the fan! And it couldn't be stopped.

"Aunt Ronghua, could you stop this tsunami? I saw many humans die."

"How could you have the nerve to talk about it?" We would solve the problem for a long time!

She turned back and said to Ronghua seriously, "Sister, why is one strand separated from your ripple map (iron fan) so powerful?" Qingyi was stunned but thought it shouldn't be that powerful. Although the fan was powerful, it depended on the user, and the more powerful the user, the more powerful the fan.

The iron fan might have started the world-changing bow just now, so the power of the iron fan was out of control. Nearby the seaside, the iron fan on Mengta's hand might also be out of control. I'd better go to see. If many humans died, that would be a big trouble. Now it was a critical period, and anything bad mustn't happen!