Nine Dragons River, where the river water roared furiously.
It crashed against the rocks, sending up sprays of foam like thousands of piles of snow.
Though heavy snow fell from the skies and the world was ice-cold, not a trace of ice formed on the surface of Nine Dragons River.
The water flowed exceptionally warm.
As if beneath the river, someone was stoking a furnace, constantly bringing the whole river to a boil.
On the riverbank.
A few figures stood, both tall and short.
Foremost among them, in a black and white robe, with a tall and slender build and a long, beautiful beard, squatted by the river's edge, his palm plunging into the raging waters.
Feeling the terrifying and furiously howling Divinity within the river...
The figure opened his eyes, revealing a fleeting vertical Godly Pattern in his brow, a look of surprise passing over his face.
