An hour later.
The Micro-Stream River Deity drove everyone away from this small tributary stretching ten thousand li.
Only Li Ye, a lone cultivator, remained here. The ripples were so clear one could see the bottom, where quite a few Spirit Stones, polished smooth and delicate by the water, lay scattered.
All kinds of spirit fish swam freely through the water, their tails swaying. The vegetation on both banks was lush, while the dams throughout Weichuan were both exquisite and rugged in just the right measure.
"This scenery truly is not bad."
Li Ye had changed into fresh clothes and stood on the bank, gazing into the distance.
The body of a Golden Core True Person had long since shed all mortal filth. His open Daoist Robe revealed the even, sturdy muscles of his chest and abdomen, while his long limbs almost glowed with a jade-like sheen beneath the sunlight.
That radiance seemed like clear brilliance flowing from within his bones and meridians, giving him an ethereal, immortal air. He truly resembled a banished immortal.
Even the sunlight seemed especially gentle when it fell upon him.
"Chirp chirp!"
Seeing its master still idling leisurely on the shore, the Beaver called out to him several times. Then, with a splash, it jumped straight into the water before suddenly leaping back out, landing perfectly upon a lotus seat. It continued diving and frolicking...
Even as it played, it kept looking at Li Ye, as though demonstrating for him.
"I know."
Li Ye leaped directly into the water. His long body passed from sunlight into the river in an instant without raising even the slightest splash, and the faintly cool river water immediately enveloped him.
It was a peculiar sort of coolness, like mint. From his sense of smell to his touch and