Book 3: Chapter 6.2: The Wilderness
The Broken Soul River was located in the depths of the wilderness. It’s a huge river with a width of thousands of miles. Even the cultivators couldn’t see the other bank at a glance. According to Xuanfa Academy’s speculate, this Broken Soul River should be from north to south, divided the wilderness into two halves, and its location was exactly the middle.
Bai Qiuran was the only one who had been in the other bank for three thousand years. Other people who dared to take the risk, even if they were Great Ascension cultivators, never came back.
No one knew that they couldn’t return and died in the wilderness, or they were forced to ascend directly in the wilderness and escape to the Immortal Realm.
Even Bai Qiuran didn’t go too far across. He only probed 500 miles inward along the river bank on the other side of the Broken Soul River. According to the results of his exploration, the air was more corrosive and the intensity of the beast wave was greater.
Now Bai Qiuran came to the Broken Soul River for the second time. He and Huangfu Feng both flew over the river. Because there was no foothold, Bai Qiuran could only follow Huangfu Feng, standing on the spine of the God-Slaying Blade. Under Huangfu Feng’s control, the blade was like a white fish, breaking through the air, flying quickly along the Broken Soul River towards the downstream.
Bai Qiuran looked down and saw the water flowing in the middle of the big river. Although there were countless aquatic giant beasts in the river constantly swallowing each other, from time to time some beasts jumped out of the water, trying to attack Bai Qiuran and Huangfu Feng, but it’s futile. The only thing that made Bai Qiuran felt uncomfortable was his envy of Huangfu Feng’s control of the flight.
“Ah, when will I be able to ride a flying sword in my life?”
Raising his hand to cut the body of a giant beast into two halves, he sighed for no reason.
“...”
His survival instinct told Huang Fufeng to not answer the call but rushed to the ground honestly.
After flying for another day along the river, Bai Qiuran and Huang Fufeng finally came to the place where the inscription located. Looking from afar, in the bank of the Broken Soul River lied a tall stone monument, which was about a few hundred meters high. It’s inscribed with ancient and mysterious words from the previous era, there was a faint blue light below the stone tablet.
“What?”
Huangfu Feng stopped the flight and looked at the stele with surprise.
“What happened?”
Bai Qiuran asked.
“Sword Patriarch, the stone tablet was only a few meters high when I first saw it, and there was no light underneath.”
Huangfu Feng answered solemnly:
“It’s growing up!”
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