"Souls of all heavens fall; only the river endures..."
The words hovered over the Soul River like a curse. They had been chanted in an incomparably ancient language, one that even Zhou Tong could not identify.
Though the language was incomprehensible, the words carried some profound and unfathomable power, like a chant of divine sense and the spreading of soul power. Thus, even those who did not understand the language could clearly grasp their meaning.
Once cultivation reached a certain level, sounds shouted forth through the soul and divine sense had long transcended all languages and written words in the world. They were more precise, able to convey every meaning clearly, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
At the same time, the Soul River stretched on without end. Its tides surged, its melody drifted faintly, blood qi permeated the air, and black mist spread outward. An incomparably bizarre scene emerged here.
"Cut the crap and get out here!" Zhou Tong roared, and at the same time—
"Awooo!!"
A blaze of crimson light erupted, like Burning Heaven Fire. A Phoenix composed entirely of runes charged out from beside Zhou Tong, its momentum boundless as it directly attacked the upper reaches of the Soul River.
In an instant, crimson radiance surged, flames shot into the sky, and Order Divine Chains intertwined as they charged toward the deepest part of the Soul River. The surging flames illuminated the originally silent, cold, and dark Soul River, making it seem no longer a place of strangeness and misfortune, but like the supremely hard and blazing Sun Emperor.
Terrifying, scorching flames erupted within the Soul River, casting light into the heavens. The silent river instantly descended into chaos, huge waves soaring into the sky as countless soul shadows appeared. Yet whether they were soul shadows or something