The Long River surged.
Its murky waters carried billions upon billions of Golden Sand, rolling up wave after wave.
"Everyone—"
Suddenly, a resounding voice rose from the river.
Then, a humanoid phantom appeared above its surface.
It was the phantom of a Green-Robed Man, his features blurred, his long robes resembling distant blue-green mountains.
"Brother Qingshan—"
Another booming voice sounded from the river.
Then, a white-glowing male figure emerged upon the distant waters.
His robes resembled white clouds and Immortal Cranes, elegant and untouched by worldly dust.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Qingshan!"
A lingering voice rang out, a woman's pleasant voice.
Then, an azure-blue phantom surfaced above the river.
"Fellow Daoist Qingshan!"
The voice boomed, stirring the waves apart.
A dark-yellow phantom appeared in turn.
"Qingshan!"
At that moment, a voice drifted down from above the river, seeming to echo from all directions. It was incomparably majestic, like an emperor enthroned high above the Nine Heavens.
"Greetings, Immortal Lord Xuan'e—"
"Greetings, Immortal Lord Xuan'e—"
"Greetings, Immortal Lord Xuan'e—"
"Greetings, Immortal Lord Xuan'e—"
The three figures who had just appeared, together with the first figure named Qingshan, all bowed toward the purple qi figure emerging above the river.
"I am here. Tell me what you think!" Immortal Lord Xuan'e's purple qi figure said.
"Immortal Lord Xuan'e!" The azure-blue figure bowed remotely toward Immortal Lord Xuan'e's purple qi phantom, then said, "Whether the Martial Saint has passed away remains unclear. We must probe him first before proceeding with the subsequent plans."
"Indeed!" The white-glowing male figure nodded slightly. "Water Cloud Fairy is right. The Martial Saint has single-handedly suppressed the world for more than eight hundred years. If he has truly passed away, we can finally emerge from our Grotto-heavens, lay out our plans across the world, and prepare for the coming great