The mighty Nu River flowed eastward, its waves washing away countless heroes.
The wind whipped as clouds surged, while the cold sun hung overhead.
Nameless Mountain stood at the very heart of Flower Language Plain. Its scenery differed from that of the surrounding nations. By then, Tiandu was already frozen in the depths of winter, with heavy snow sealing the city, yet Nameless Mountain was a land of layered peaks and ridges, where green trees and red flowers spread across the slopes as far as the eye could see.
The Star Observation Platform.
Several people had gathered atop the golden summit. From their lofty vantage point, they took in the blood-red Nu River and the magnificent expanse of Flower Language Plain, which stretched beyond the limits of sight.
Their long robes billowed, clouds curling around their feet. They looked like immortals descended to the mortal world.
"Dean, Ouyang Yi was incompetent and has failed the dean's heavy trust. Apart from me, all nine of my senior fellow disciples perished in the illusionary realm." The wild man knelt prostrate on the ground, consumed by grief.
"Mm. They were all good children." The old man sighed softly, his face bearing a sorrowful expression. "They were all good children."
"I lived in a cave, wrapped myself in beast hide, and ate beast meat, never daring to slacken in the slightest. Year after year passed, and I lost track of the time beyond the mountains. Hard work had finally paid off, and I had at last waited for the Heart of Weak Water. I finally saw it appear. But when I tried to capture it..."
"What happened?" Yang Xiao Hu asked excitedly. They were talking about the Heart of Weak Water—the divine artifact ranked among the top three on the "Treasures" list!
They had