The River of Destiny surged onward, stretching across the boundless void.
Its beginning was unknown, and so was its end.
The place where the old man in feathered robes and Emperor Ling Ran stood appeared close to the River of Destiny.
Yet turbulent currents of time and space lay between them. With one step, they might reach the River of Destiny—or step straight into Endless Spacetime and lose all sense of direction forever.
"Miss, sit tight."
The old man in feathered robes spoke in a low voice.
His sleeves billowed as he raised a hand and pointed.
Clang!
The Dao sword hanging from the white deer's antlers suddenly shot forth. Its sword light resembled a long rainbow, piercing through time and space and extending all the way to the distant River of Destiny.
Emperor Ling Ran was astonished to discover that the Sword Qi was unbelievably powerful. It feared not the impact of the time-space currents and remained utterly still like a straight, long bridge.
Yet at the same time, Emperor Ling Ran noticed a strained expression appear between the old man's brows!
"With Uncle Qiongqi's cultivation, he could have long ignored many of the Immeasurable Dao Lords on the River of Destiny. Yet now, merely activating a Dao sword has become so arduous. One can well imagine just how difficult it is to reach the River of Destiny..."
Emperor Ling Ran sighed inwardly.
Boom!
All of a sudden, a towering black mist rose from the distant River of Destiny. The mist covered the heavens, thick and heavy as clouds, filled with violent tribulation power that writhed like a mass of frenzied snakes.
In an instant, Emperor Ling Ran's delicate body stiffened, and her hair stood on end.
The white deer cried mournfully, trembling all over, its eyes filled with