The Yellow Springs surged onward in utter silence, its murky yellow Netherworld waters scouring away the filth of the Netherworld and swallowing wicked ghosts and wayward gods.
No one knew where the Yellow Springs came from. It encircled the entire Netherworld, ran through every ghost city and yin capital, and swept the Netherworld's accumulated silt into the Abyssal Ruins.
Ten million li from Yinling City, the Yellow Springs flowed on. Bone-piercing Yellow Springs yin qi gradually rose from the river's surface, condensing into drifting, ethereal cold mist.
The Yellow Springs were frigid. Aside from the Yellow Springs spiritual qi that could aid ghosts and gods in cultivation, its mist was also an incomparably precious cultivation resource within the Netherworld.
Yet this Yellow Springs mist was enough to freeze ghosts and gods to death. Even Void-Refining Ghost Emperors would not lightly touch unrefined Yellow Springs mist, lest they be frozen into shards of ice.
At this moment, above the Yellow Springs River, the Yellow Springs mist churned and rose without end, continuously changing shape above the river, as though it were faintly developing sentience.
Water surged, waves rose.
The once-silent Yellow Springs River abruptly heaved up wave after wave. As the billows roiled, the rushing sound of water was like dragon roars and thunderclaps, rumbling through the air.
As the Yellow Springs mist rose, it stirred the rolling Yellow Springs netherwater. Hundreds of millions of jun of Yellow Springs vapor stretched from earth to sky, gradually condensing into a Yellow Springs Flood Dragon.
Twin horns rose from the flood dragon's head, four claws grew from its belly, and its eyes were dark yellow, brimming with eerie ghostly qi.
An icy, chilling aura spilled from the Yellow Springs Flood Dragon's body, freezing the Netherworld qi and the heavens and earth around it.