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The giant "water pipe" with a diameter of kilometers sucked out a large amount of seawater and then transported it slowly. During the transportation process, the temperature of the pipe continued to rise, and soon the seawater boiled. The boiling steam did not dissipate, but rose to the upper part of the pipe, passed through several spirals, and in the process, the heat was absorbed, cooled again, condensed, and turned into fresh water, which was transported out.

The concentrated salt water left in the lower part of the pipe also quickly absorbed the heat, cooled to a slightly warm level, and flowed back into the sea.

This structure is a bit complicated to say, roughly equivalent to a pipe for absorbing water, heating, and cooling, equipped with a condensation and transportation pipe - the condensed distilled water is sent away to those places where water is needed.

In general, this system runs well. Although it consumes a little more divine power, it is not as easy as directly opening a space door to the water element plane, but after it runs stably, the divine power consumed is gradually reduced - divine power is very convenient, as long as the heat released can be absorbed back, the loss is not large. Sui Xiong finally found that it was the transportation of fresh water that consumed the most divine power, much more than the production of fresh water.

"I remember watching a science video that said there was a 'superfluid'. The name sounded very cool! If fresh water could be turned into a 'superfluid', it would be very easy to transport, right?"

Sui Xiong muttered to himself, but he could only mutter to himself.

He didn't even know what superfluid was, how to change it?

With his ability, the speed of producing fresh water was still very fast, and the speed of transportation was also very fast. After just a few hours, Shuangtouhe City first received fresh water shipped from the northern sea.

The fresh water flowed down along the tentacles that were invisible to the naked eye, and fell on the ground. The raindrops were very fine and light, as if it was just mist. People who didn't pay attention couldn't even see it at all.

But there were many people paying attention to the fields, and soon someone noticed this wonderful scene.

An old man squatted down, felt the faint mist with his fingers, and then froze.

"This... this is... water mist?!" He couldn't believe it, so he just lay on the ground and licked it with his tongue.

The mist is moist.

The old man stared at the moist mist with his eyes wide open, not even daring to breathe deeply. He stared at the moist mist infatuatedly. I don't know how long it has been. In the early autumn in the north, the weather is a bit cold. The mist condensed quickly and turned into water droplets in a short while, soaking his hair and the ground next to him. Only then did he come to his senses, but he didn't shout, but fell to the ground and cried.

His strange behavior had already attracted the attention of nearby farmers, but in these days, everyone has done a lot of strange things, and they are no longer surprised, so no one came to ask. Until this moment, seeing him crying bitterly, someone advised him: "Don't cry, crying won't bring water, let's wait for the magicians of the Republic to bring water."

"There is... there is water!"

"Water?!" The old man who advised him was stunned, and his voice immediately rose a few beats, "Where is the water?"

The trembling fingers pointed at the mist that seemed to be there and not there, and then pointed at the slightly wet ground.

Needless to say, several people who noticed this scene rushed over, one of them grabbed a handful of slightly wet soil, looked at it and smelled it in front of him, and some people smeared it on their faces to feel the wetness with their skin.

"That's right! It's water!"

"But... where does the water come from?"

"Who cares where the water comes from! As long as there is water!" A big man laughed, jumped up, and ran towards the village, shouting, "There is water! There is water in the fields!"

Because he had not drunk enough water during this period, his shouting was a little hoarse, but unusually powerful. It penetrated the air that was slowly changing from dry to slightly moist, and spread to all directions.

Not long after, similar things happened in other places.

By the next day, similar things happened almost everywhere in the northern part of the Gold Coin Federation.

A week later, the entire main plane continent, every dry place, had this faint mist.

At this time, in the area of ​​Shuangtouhe City, which was the first to receive the mist, many plants began to turn green again, and there was a shallow layer of water in the dry pond. The thirsty animals gathered around these large and small ponds, trying to absorb this little life-saving water.

All the creatures in the main plane were ecstatic, and the gods were also amazed.

A sacred light surrounded Sui Xiong, which was the incarnations sent by the kind gods to check what was going on.

"How... how did they do it?"

"Seawater turned into fresh water in an instant, why?"

"Seawater boils, steam is naturally fresh water, and the salt is in the remaining hot water. This is the way to boil salt, I've seen it before."

"So it's actually very simple?"

"Simple? Why don't you try it, transport fresh water from here to all parts of the main plane continent... If you have the ability, you might as well try it!"

"... It's really amazing when you think about it this way!"

"Of course it's amazing! It's so amazing that it's unimaginable!"

In addition to these gods who visited and marveled, there were naturally many gods who thanked Sui Xiong again and again. Especially the gods of humans and orcs, they all said that they owed him a big favor this time, and if there was anything they needed help with in the future, just ask, and they would never refuse.

In response, Sui Xiong just smiled.

He worked hard to save the world, not to get anyone's thanks, but he just wanted to do it.

The gods would thank him, and he would be happy, but by comparison, he was even happier to see the relief of the disaster in the world, hear the cheers and praises from all directions, and feel the joy and encouragement of countless creatures.

For him, these were enough.

His divine power came from this world, and it was natural for him to use it for the creatures in this world.

However, some people were happy, and some were unhappy.

In the Pantheon, more than one evil god frowned and cast his eyes on the Lord of Order.

Although no one spoke openly, there were already many people who secretly reported it with divine thoughts.

The Lord of Order still sat there, motionless.

After a long time, the God of Justice, Yorgadman, could not help it, and came over to ask: "Old man, how to deal with this matter? Can it be done? Give me a definite answer!"

The Lord of Order did not answer, as if he had turned into a rock, motionless.

Before Yorgadman could ask again, the Lord of War, Wenner, grabbed him and dragged him back.

"Don't you understand yet? This matter can be done, but not said." In the meeting room of the Void Kingdom, his incarnation shook his head and said with regret, "Isn't it obvious? Why do you insist on his nod? It will be fine as long as he doesn't shake his head!"

Yorgadman suddenly realized, so he asked the Lord of Order again: "Old man, if you don't allow what my brother does, just say it. As long as you say it, it will stop immediately."

The Lord of Order still had no reaction.

Yorgadman laughed and patted Wenner's shoulder: "You really have good vision! I admire you! I admire you!"