The sky was in full afternoon.
The river roared with surging waves, layer upon layer, and under the reflection of the sunlight, they shimmered with golden brilliance.
Every now and then, water demons would leap out of the water's surface, bursting forth with waves dozens of feet high and knocking down the birds in the sky.
As birds fell into the water, there wasn't a hint of struggle before they were devoured by the water demons.
Without cultivators to guard them, mortals could not possibly traverse such river environments.
Two figures swept across the sky, trailing a conspicuous rainbow behind them that, like a meteor's flame, remained strikingly visible even in broad daylight.
Chu Zheng looked down upon the Angry River beneath him, his pupils swirling with spiritual light. In his eyes, there were still many spirit veins hidden beneath the waters of the Giant Marsh.
After all, during ancient times, numerous sects thrived here, a fact likely known to the other sects as well.
