Above the vast sky, the Waters of Nether River continued to flow tranquilly, obscuring everything and turning the sky black.
Oppressive, surging, and profound.
It was like the deep sea, seemingly calm yet teeming with undercurrents and raging waves.
Within the Nether River, the Mountain Sea Demon Lord stood proudly, his face donning a faint smugness, appearing as if everything was under his control.
Until...
He saw the White Jade Flyer slowly open, the beaded curtain gently lifted, and amidst the mist, two figures walked out from the flying craft.
One held a paper umbrella, her figure graceful, while the other, cloaked in a black robe, was tall and upright.
Both exuded a faint aura that was extraordinary at first glance.
