Chapter 810

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Sui Xiong’s super-sized “straw” clone retrieved large amounts of seawater and slowly transported them out of the sea. While he transported the water, his straw body’s temperature rose continually, causing the seawater to quickly start boiling. The steam produced did not dissipate but instead rose to the top of the straw where it passed through several spirals that cooled it. After the cooling, condensation occurred, and the freshwater that was created was them further transported. The concentrated brine left in the straw was quickly returned to its normal temperature and released back into the sea.

Such a process sounds complicated, but it could be summarized into the sucking up of water and adding of heat while the brine was cooled and redirected back to sea. The freshwater was then directed to places on the Main Plane which needed it.

In summary, the method was rather efficient. While a certain degree of effort was needed on the part of Sui Xiong, it did not involve Water Element Plane. Furthermore, once transportation stabilized, the energy required of Sui Xiong also reduced over time. Divine Power was easy to manipulate in the sense that excess power could always be reabsorbed, leading to an overall minor effect on Sui Xiong. He eventually realized that the process of creating freshwater required minimal effort, even less so than the original transportation of the water!

“I remember watching a science program where they mentioned something called ‘superfluid.’ It sounded cool! If I could convert all this freshwater into ‘superfluid,’ maybe it would be easier to transport it…”

As he worked, Sui Xiong began to think of other crazy ideas. However, this was but an idealistic comment as he had absolutely no idea on the concept of superfluid, let alone how to convert fresh water to it.

With his skills, the creation of fresh water as well as transportation was all done rather quickly. In a mere few hours, the first batch of freshwater arrived at Double-Headed Stork City from his position in the far north.

The freshwater trickled down from his invisible tentacles and hit the ground in a steady stream. The raindrops were extremely small and narrow, almost like mist, and those who were unobservant perhaps would not even notice it.

However, many were tending to their crops, and they were able to quickly discover this strange phenomenon.

An old man squatted down and used his fingers to feel the air.

“Is… is that… mist?” He was stunned and was unable to believe this. He then lay on the ground and began licking at the air.

The air was moist.

The old man’s eyes widened, and he was so shocked that he couldn’t breathe. He simply stared in a dazed way at the mist that had appeared.

After a while, due to the early autumn season and the previously cold weather, the mist condensed extremely quickly and became actual water drops, which wet his hair and the ground. At that moment, he snapped out of his dreamy state and lay on the ground, crying instead of yelling out in joy.

His strange actions had long attracted the attention of nearby farmers, but they were originally unresponsive to it as in recent days, many had done strange things out of desperation, and it was a common sight. However, as they watched the old man cry hysterically, someone spoke up out of pity.

“Stop crying. Even if you waste your tears, water won’t appear. We can only wait for the mages in the Republic of Northwest to transport water here.”

“Water… water is here!”

“Water? Where?” The man who had spoken was shocked, and his voice rose in volume.

The old man pointed at the unassuming mist in the air with shaky fingers, then gestured at the moist land.

This attracted the attention of a huge crowd who began to prod at the land and enjoy the feeling of the mist moisturizing their faces.

“He’s right! It’s water!”

“Where could it be from?”

“Who cares? Just be glad that there’s water!” A big lad smiled cheerily as he ran and yelled in the direction of nearby villages.

“Hey! There’s water! There’s water in the fields!”

As he had been thirsty for a while now, his voice was slightly hoarse but still powerful and heard by many.

In a short period of time, similar situations occurred in several other places.

The next day, this applied to the north area of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins as well.

A week later, the entire Main Plane experience this same phenomenon. At the moment, many plants began to re-grow, and rivers began to fill up in Double-Headed Stork City, which was the first to receive the gift of mist. Thirsty living creatures gathered at the various rivers to satisfy their thirst.

Everyone on the Main Plane was celebrating, and the good gods felt joyful as well. Several halos of light materialized around Sui Xiong, and these were the clones of the good gods who were curious as to how this whole phenomenon had occurred.

“How… how did you do it?”

“Seawater was converted to freshwater extremely quickly, how is that possible?”

“When seawater is boiled, the water vapor holds no salt content, and the salt remains in the hot water below. I’ve tried it before.”

“So… it’s very simple, then?”

“Simple? How about u try transporting the freshwater to all parts of the Main Plane and see whether you have the ability to do so!”

“That means you’re a genius!”

“Of course!”

Other than exclaiming in surprise, many of the gods also thanked Sui Xiong profusely, especially the good gods and the Orc gods. They all expressed their extreme gratitude and offered favors in the future should he need it. Towards all this, Sui Xiong merely smiled benevolently. He had done this feat for the sake of the people and not his own benefit, after all. While he was happy that the gods were thanking him, most of his joy came from watching the people shout and scream in happiness.

To Sui Xiong, the satisfaction of the people was enough.

His Divine Power had been bestowed to him by this world, and it was natural that he gave back to society here.

Of course, there was never a situation that pleased everyone. In the Pantheon temple, several evil gods were frowning and glancing at the Master of Order, silently using their psychic abilities to report the matter to him.

The Master of Order sat silently and did not respond.

After a long time, the God of Justice, Yorgaardman could not stand the silence any longer and spoke up.

“Old man, what do we do about this? Is it legal? You have to say something!”

The Master of Order did not respond, and he continued to sit unmoving like a stone.

Yorgaardman wanted to speak up again, but the God of War, Wenner, grabbed hold of him and pulled him back.

“Do you still not understand? The Master of Order is closing one eye towards the situation. Why do you insist on asking him for a response! By saying nothing, he’s giving his silent approval!” Back in Void Mask City’s meeting room, Wenner shook his head and chastised Yorgaardman.

Yorgaardman had a sudden realization and thus asked the Master of Order a question again.

“Old man, towards whatever my brother is doing, if you disapprove, say something. As long as you speak up, he’ll stop.”

The Master of Order remained silent and unresponsive.

To this, Yorgaardman laughed uproariously and jostled Wenner in a playful fashion.

“I see, I see! I admire you for understanding the situation so quickly!”