The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 453. Celestial Rain Domain

Tyler possessed two Domains. The first was the Celestial Chess Domain, which is technically inherited from his enemy. The second was his personal created using the Kun Peng Inheritance— Rain Domain.

As he activated it, the world shifted.

The sky darkened almost instantly, clouds swirling into a stormfront overhead. Within seconds, a torrential downpour erupted across the battlefield. Rain lashed down violently, drenching the sea and ship alike. Visibility plummeted as the heavy curtain of water fell like a divine punishment. Thunder echoed faintly in the background, as if applauding his dominion.

The pirates who had been riding monstrous fire boars snarled in disgust.

The beasts, clad in crimson flames that roared from their horns and necks, screeched at the sudden change in temperature. Though they hated rain, the fire adorning their bodies didn’t die out immediately. Instead, it burned fiercer, fueled by rage. Their eyes glowed, embers swirling with madness. They charged forward with more fury.

One pirate, standing atop a fire boar’s back, swung a massive chain, deftly dodging cannon fire from the White Pearl. He closed the distance with terrifying speed, aiming to strike down the cannon gunners on deck.

But then— something passed by him.

Something fast. Too fast.

Before the pirate could even blink, pain exploded in his chest. His ribs cracked inward with a soundless crunch, and he was hurled backward into the sea. Blood mixed with the rain.

His fire boar panicked. Without its rider, and its flames now diminished by the domain, the beast thrashed in confusion before turning to swim away from the White Pearl, its snorting more like frightened wheezing.

Then Tyler appeared— exactly where the pirate had been, as if he had teleported.

His movement was beyond swift. The rain was not a hindrance but an extension of his senses. Every drop was part of his being.

Within his Rain Domain, Tyler moved like a fish in the water.

From his point of view, the entire battlefield was crystal clear. Each raindrop was a sensory extension. He could "see" everything—every ripple in the sea, every breath drawn, every heartbeat.

Rain touched all. Rain revealed all.

As he moved, he passed through multiple pirates. Each one collapsed instantly, clutching their heads as if thousands of icicle needles had stabbed through their skulls. Some fell to their knees, their eyes rolling back, blood trickling from noses and ears.

Icicle Needles. Brain Freeze.

Then, their chests burst inward as if struck by an Ancient Mammoth’s stomp.

One pirate screamed in disbelief, "Is that a Divine Seeker?!"

"No... even if he is," another snarled, "we can handle Divine Seekers. But this guy—he’s worse. HE’S A MONSTER! STOP—!"

A voice cut them off. A man in a soaked captain’s coat, adorned with a feathered hat and an eye patch over his right eye, raised his hand.

"TARGET THE BASTARD INSIDE THE RAIN!"

The pirate captain lifted his eye patch slightly, revealing a glowing red gemstone embedded where his eye should’ve been. The gem pulsed ominously.

He raised his sword and slashed it forward.

A wave of crimson energy surged from his blade, slicing through the downpour. The beam seemed to cleave the rain in two, splitting the curtain of water with precision.

It struck.

Tyler, wearing a half-face mask that concealed much of his identity, was hit square in the chest. The force blasted him backward.

"Did... did we get him?" one of the pirates asked nervously.

But their relief was short-lived.

Tyler’s form cracked. His body turned to ice, then shattered, splitting clean in half before crashing into the water below.

"An Ice Clone? An escape Art?" the Captain growled, voice full of frustration. "AAAHH, SO ANNOYING!"

He raised his eye patch again. The red gem flared. His vision changed— colors faded into black and white outlines, radiographic shapes outlined in faint energy.

Through the murky haze of rain, he spotted something.

Or rather, someone swimming in the sky.

No —it wasn’t the sea. It was the air. Tyler was swimming through the rain, weaving in and out of falling droplets with supernatural fluidity.

He was like a kunpeng— a mythical beast known for its ability to soar with a single flap.

But instead of sky or sea, Tyler soared through rain.

Using his domain’s laws, he treated each droplet as a foothold. He could dive, twist, and dash through the rain drops with terrifying speed and precision. He moved like a missile launched from a silent storm, unpredictable and unstoppable.

It wasn’t just mobility. Tyler could breathe underwater, heal faster in water, and was immune to water pressure and dampening effects. All of those traits now applied within the rain.

The battlefield was his ocean. The storm, his ally.

To the others, he was a phantom. To Tyler, they were fish caught in a shrinking pond.

"He’s like a damn Kunpeng born from a thundercloud..." a pirate whispered.

"Can you stop praising the Enemy." The Captain narrowed his glowing eye. "I saw him... but I can’t hold the vision too longer."

From his perch above, Tyler smirked.

Hidden amidst the deluge, he had noticed the moment the pirate captain lifted his eye patch. He had seen the red gem flash. He’d felt the momentary scan.

"That guy..." Tyler muttered under his breath, eyes sharp. "He can spot me —but not for long. That gem must have a cooldown."

Rain continued to pour, harder than before. The sound of droplets on wood, metal, and flesh blended with the moans of the wounded and the growls of beasts.

The battlefield had become Tyler’s chessboard.

And piece by piece, he was eliminating every threat— one drop at a time.

This time, Tyler swept through a cluster of pirates like a wraith cloaked in rain. The downpour above them twisted unnaturally —each droplet sharpening into glinting ice pellets as it fell. The air screamed with the sting of sudden cold.

"Raaagh!" One pirate clutched his face, blood trailing from a fresh gash on his cheek. Others stumbled, slipping on the slick deck as the ice rained down like nature’s artillery.

From a distance, the pirate captain with the eye patch observed grimly.

"Looks like the rain itself is his Domain," he muttered.

His eye gleamed beneath the patch as he growled and lifted both arms. Power surged outward. The air shifted.

A thick mist rolled over the battlefield— dense and damp— followed by the bubbling of black mud beneath their feet. It didn’t matter that they were surrounded by open sea. His domain bent reality itself.

Swamp Domain.

Fog enveloped the area, muffling sound and distorting vision. The deck creaked as parts of it softened unnaturally, and the very air grew heavy and humid. Mud oozed along the chains connecting ships, as if trying to crawl up toward Tyler’s vessel.

But the chains didn’t melt. And the rain didn’t stop.

"Tch..." the Captain clicked his tongue. "My domain is definitely weak against his."

He clenched his fists, watching as his fog failed to drown out the rain. Though it mingled with the storm, it couldn’t override it. It was like trying to cover the sky with a blanket of mist. Futile.

The best way to fight a domain wielder was with another domain— to disrupt the laws they had established, destabilize their influence. But this opponent... his domain wasn’t just localized.

"To stop his domain, we should clear that..." the Captain muttered. "the clouds above us.... That’s not something I can cancel easily."

He turned toward his men, fury brewing in his chest.

"Retreat!" a pirate looks like he is second in command of this division yelled while flying his voice full of panic.

"Like hell we’re retreating!" Eye Patch Captain roared "We’re Hunter Pirates! We don’t run from prey!"

"What choice do we have?" another pirate countered. "It’ll take too long to defeat him... and we don’t even know how many monsters like him are hiding on that ship. Our crew only hunts when we’ve got the advantage. And there are other ships watching..."

True enough, faint silhouettes of distant sails could be seen through the fog and rain. Observers. Opportunists.

"That’s exactly why we can’t retreat," the Captain growled. "You all know damn well —our division has never failed a hunt."

"Looks like this might be the first time," someone mumbled under their breath.

The captain didn’t respond. His eyes, or rather the gem embedded where one eye once was, blazed with frustration. Rain trickled down his brow as he stared at the distant ship— White Pearl—the proud vessel of the White Merchant Group. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"White Merchant Group... White Pearl Ship..." he said through gritted teeth. "So be it."

No one argued. Whether they agreed or not didn’t matter.

A moment later, their harpoons detached with mechanical hisses. Metallic groans rang across the water as the chains reeled back, slithering like serpents into their launchers.

The pirates began withdrawing.

Not a single shot was fired as they turned their ships. The fog and swamp slowly faded. Even the fire boars, now soaked and steaming, retreated reluctantly.

Tyler stood motionless on the slick deck of the White Pearl, his figure cloaked in shadow and rain. He made no move to pursue.

He simply watched.

His half-mask glinted faintly in the rain, water sliding off his form as if the storm obeyed him. His aura was calm, steady... and cold.

The rain continued to fall.

And the Hunter Pirates vanished into the distance— defeated, not by overwhelming force, but by the certainty that continuing this fight would only lead to ruin.

Tyler exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing beneath the mask.

Not a word passed his lips.

The rain said enough.