Gods and Devils Emerge from Their Coffins, the Divine River Tempers the Body

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the Fatty was like a bolt of lightning, suddenly striking out with his palm...

Caught off guard, Wang Xian was sent flying into the sky, then fell toward the Divine River.

"Oh no!"

Everyone watched helplessly as Wang Xian went "splash!" into the Divine River, and they couldn't help crying out in unison.

They called it the Divine River because they revered heaven and earth.

In truth, this ten-thousand-mile Divine River was comparable to the Weak Water beneath the Nine Hells—and even more mysterious.

Otherwise, these mighty Earth Immortals, who had been dead for ten thousand years, wouldn't have waited so long. They would have built boats themselves and gone searching for a chance at survival.

At that moment, everyone seemed to see the boy who had fallen into the Divine River stripped of his flesh, reduced to a ghastly skeleton.

No one had expected the Fatty who appeared out of nowhere to knock the boy—who was undergoing the tribulation of the flesh—into the river with a single palm strike.

Even Lu Wuye of the Great Snow Mountain and his senior brother and sister couldn't help exclaiming in alarm.

No one had ever heard of anyone falling into the Divine River and coming out alive.

Not even those Earth Zombies and Jiangshi, who watched hungrily and were ready to rush onto the Netherworld Boat at any moment, could survive it.

Even the bald elder of the Glazed Sect looked horrified.

Yes, he wanted to board the Netherworld Boat, but that didn't mean he wanted to die in the Divine River.

He wanted a chance to live, not the death waiting before him.

Everyone believed that if the boy hadn't been so reckless as to undergo the Devil Race's tribulation of the flesh beside