"I don't know whether there are experts in the Nether River whom even the Ming Emperor fears," Shen You said slowly and unhurriedly. "But I do know that within those vast stretches of the Nether River, many aquatic tribes have lived far longer than I have. There must be highly cultivated experts among them."
That was as good as saying nothing. Cang Yunxin and Yue Qianchou exchanged a glance, both feeling that this River Mussel was not being entirely honest. After spending countless millions of years in the Nether River, could he really not have heard of any experts there? Even if he had not heard of all of them, surely he would have heard of a few particularly famous ones! Yet he had brushed them off with "there must be"...
Sure enough, give him a little kindness and he would push his luck! A cold smile curled at Yue Qianchou's lips. Just as he was about to teach Shen You a lesson, the stretch of Nether River rushing past before them suddenly opened wide like the mouth of a kettle, as though they had burst into a boundless ocean in an instant.
At the same time, Shen You's swimming speed gradually slowed until he came to a complete stop, floating quietly in the Nether River. Ahead, a mountain shaped like an archway rose from the river's surface. It stood a hundred meters tall, its belly utterly hollow, rolling waters flowing through its interior. The foothills on either side of the hollow seemed like two legs planted firmly in the Nether River. Calling it a mountain was not quite accurate—it looked more like an open gate, giving one the feeling that it led toward an unknowable future.
Scattered specks of fluorescence drifted in from all directions across the horizon, as