The Red Crow Elder looked at the inside of the True Martial Holy Sect and said faintly.
He did not pay attention to anyone else, just looking indifferently at the inside of the Sect Gate.
"Haven't I always been here?" An ancient voice resounded from another part of the void.
The Red Crow Elder hastily stood up, and behind him, in the void, the Heavenly Curtain War God was sitting within the void.
In his hand, he held a fishing rod, which was slowly descending from the firmament.
It seemed as though a stream was plummeting down three thousand feet directly; at the bottom of the fishing rod, a mighty Changhe was raging in the void below.
This river surged upward, as if to reach the Nine Heavens, with countless fish of different colors frantically running at one end of the rod.
Just an ordinary fishing rod descended from the firmament, stirring up ten thousand feet of giant waves, while the Heavenly Curtain War God sat there leisurely, appearing quite at ease and in good spirits.
