Tianhe.
Ever since the establishment of the Daqian Dynasty, the river Tianhe had demarcated the boundary between the two nations.
To the south lay the Daqian Dynasty, while to the north resided the Nantian Dynasty.
Stretching endlessly from east to west for countless miles, there once was a Tao Tribulation Realm expert, fond of adventure, who exhausted five hundred years without managing to travel from one end of Tianhe to the other.
This alone attests to the vastness of Tianhe.
At the moment.
Upon the boundless Tianhe,
Xiao Yi was walking on water, treating the torrential, wave-tossed Tianhe beneath his feet as if it were flat land, casually reaching the opposite bank. He chose not to land in the ports or cities.
Given that the Nantian holy lands were strictly forbidding conflicts between the two countries, if he were to reveal his identity at this time,
Xiao Yi was certain the Nantian Dynasty would mobilize the full might of the nation to hunt him down.
