It came from the Heaven River that had already descended. After it struck beside the old Daoist, space twisted inexplicably, scaring him senseless in an instant. The next moment, his face changed dramatically with horror.
He had made his move!
The old Daoist was utterly certain, because he knew that useless Wuxian could never have done such a thing.
It could only have been Him.
The old Daoist smiled bitterly, but never let go with his hands. "You... You're here, aren't you?"
But after his words fell, all that came from within the Heaven River was the surging rush of its waters. No other voice answered.
Just as the old Daoist thought he might have imagined it, the entire Heaven River suddenly poured down as if its banks had burst. The Artifact Spirit's face turned deathly pale. The Heaven River was truly coming down!
The old Daoist's face turned just as grim. He had really made his move.
Or rather, He didn't need to act personally. A slight intervention from Him alone was enough to bring all this about.
This vast river was now no different from the one they had once seen in the small world. Its enormous tributaries encircled the stone platform, suspended in the sky. At that moment, all the tribulation lightning around them suddenly surged toward it.
Unfortunately, no matter how imposing the thunderbolts were, each one sank into the Heaven River like a stone into the sea. They vanished without even raising a ripple.
The Artifact Spirit stared up, dumbfounded. It didn't fully come to its senses until a rumble suddenly rang out from the Heaven River.
A spray of water shot out, hitting the Artifact Spirit first and sending it flying. Its spirit body even began to waver.
It didn't dare linger and hurriedly