Chapter 610: Chaos Approaching Again
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This was the first time Jiang Cheng saw the Deity Statue move.He had only heard about it before but never experienced it himself.
Even though he had joined the Dao Xuan Deity Teachings, deep down, he harbored a tiny sliver of doubt about whether the Deity would truly manifest.
But now, that doubt no longer existed.
The Deity Statue on his chest not only moved, but it also spoke.
âThe Deity is manifesting!â Jiang Cheng wept with joy. âSaved, we are saved! Everyone, do as the Deity says, hold tight to the pillars near you!â
The merchant ship was small, with only ten sailors aboard. Everyone quickly scrambled, straining to clutch onto the shipâs structure.
Then, they saw itâa huge, golden hand descended from the sky, plunged into the Yellow River, and from beneath, slowly pushed upwards to support the shipâs keel. Then, with one motion, it lifted the entire vessel high into the sky.
Jiang Cheng and the sailors were screaming together: âAaaaaah!â
Excitement blended with terror, terror mingled with exhilaration.
The golden hand gripped them, moving slowly at first, then gradually acceleratingâŚ
It started slowly but grew faster and faster.
Soon, their speed reached 200 kilometers per hour.
Flying through the sky at such speed was incredibly intense.
Jiang Cheng could only open his mouth wide, roaring into the wind and rain: âOhohohohohoho!â
They reached Yongji Ferry Dock very quickly.
The golden hand gently set the ship down at the dockâs edge.
The sailors on board, snapping to their senses, hurriedly grabbed ropes, jumped onto the dock, and lashed the ropes fast to the wooden pilings used for mooring shipsâŚ
Jiang Cheng and all the sailors leaped ashore. As their feet touched solid ground, they finally couldnât hold backâthey burst into tears, two great wails releasing the emotions of survival after catastrophe. Then, as one, they bowed deeply towards the sky: âThank you, Deity, for saving our lives!â
Li Daoxuan had no time to listen to their slow thanksgiving; he was swamped.
The larger his domain grew, the more places he needed to oversee, and the more people needed rescue.
Outside the chest , a dense forest of place names filled his view. He tapped one at random, then rapidly pressed the buttons controlling ânorth, south, east, and west,â scanning the area for people in danger and checking if any farmland was at risk of flooding.
He used to deeply resent that his field of view wasnât large enough. Now, he cursed it for being too damn huge; it felt overwhelming, impossible to manage everything.
Screw it, he thought fiercely. Rescue desperately. Save those he could reach. For those he couldnât⌠well, they were just fated to have bad luck.
After all, he was doing his utmost.
His field of view began moving south from Yongji Ferry Dock.
He swept along the banks of the Yellow River, searching for anyone in need of rescue.
Moving, moving⌠a small ferry dock entered his sight.
This dock was called Fengling Dock.
It was an extremely famous place.
The female knight Guo Xiang was right here when she first met Yang Guo, fell in love at first sight, and thus lost her chance at lifelong happiness.
Fengling Dock, ferry of half a life, you never turned around!
The Fengling Dock was relatively narrow. After the Yellow Riverâs water level rose, this section of the river became somewhat overwhelmed. The raging waters simply could not pass through the narrow channel, the river began to clog, and the water level climbed higher and higher.
Li Daoxuan saw it at a glance â something was amiss. The Yellow River⌠seemed on the verge of bursting its banks.
âDamn it!â
The edges of the riverbank had already started crumbling outward, water gushing outâŚ
And once that riverbank collapsed, the river water could surge straight toward Fengling Dock.
Guo Xiang and Yang Guo might both drown in the depths!
No, it was the common citizens of Fengling Dock who all faced death.
Li Daoxuan quickly grabbed a washbasin and fiercely scooped out a basin of water from the Yellow River, but it was utterly useless.
Even if the Yellow River narrowed two hundredfold inside the box, it still covered several meters in width. Li Daoxuan couldnât stop the breach with just a washbasinâheck, not even with a water pump.
Reinforce the riverbank!
An idea flashed through Li Daoxuanâs mind. He hurried to the balcony, found a flowerpot made of wooden strips pieced together, and swiftly tore it apart, scattering wooden strips across the floor.
Then he rushed back to the box and began laying them piece by piece against that fragile spot on the riverbankâŚ
By then, the citizens of Fengling Dock were fighting to evacuate.
That the Yellow River could burst its banks, Li Daoxuan could see, and naturally the citizens did too. They were dragging children along, gathering the pitiful few valuables at home, ready to flee.
But even if people escaped or carried belongings away, their houses couldnât run.
If the Yellow River breached and flooded them, the whole ferry town would drown, all homes destroyedâdoomed to displacement.
The citizens were deeply reluctant.
Yet, helpless.
Just thenâŚ
Someone yelled: âQuick, look! The sky, the sky!â
The citizens of Fengling Dock raised their heads and witnessed an unforgettable scene: a golden hand gripping a long, huge piece of wood and setting it down from the sky.
That block slammed like a giant dam beside the riverbank with a thud, and the golden hand pressed it into the earth, anchoring it firmly.
One piece wasnât enough to stop the water. Soon a second descended, then a thirdâhuge blocks tumbled down one by one, lining the riverbank along the weak stretch like a massive fence added to the Yellow Riverâs edge.
The river calmed!
Only gaps between planks posed a small seepage risk.
But the golden hand swiftly fetched strange, soft, colorful clay, shoved it into the crevices, sealed it tight.
The risk of breaching vanished completely.
The citizens of Fengling Dock stared in awe, forgetting even to cheer.
âWhat kind of miracle is this?â
âThatâs the Dao Xuan Deity working magic. I once went to Puzhou City and heard tales of this deityâs power.â
âWeâre saved. Anyway, our homes are safe.â
âFengling Dock is saved!â
Li Daoxuan puffed hard twice: Damn it, disaster relief was no easy job.
But he couldnât rest yet; he hurried to scout the next spot: Longmen Ferry, Qiachuan PortâŚ
In each place, the little folk shook their heads at the swelling Yellow River.
Gear by the water was hastily moved higher; boats tied to the shore rocked wildly.
The whole box world felt the riverâs mighty fury.
Li Daoxuan thought to himself: Not good!
If the Yellow Riverâs upper bends suffered this much, what of its middle and lower stretches?
This world must face another calamity.
He was right. In year five of Chongzhen, right after drought struck the Ming Dynasty, floods hit hard. The Yellow River ruptured multiple times, deaths piled high among soldiers, citizens, and merchants. People migrated, begging for scraps nationwide, cornered and forced to rally rebellion.
A new round of chaos raised its curtain.