Elsewhere, Zhao Xiaoxiang took the ritual implements and altar, but instead of setting them up at once, she first came to the banks of Great River.
The so-called Great River was not truly all that vast. In truth, this river was only a little over a hundred li wide.
Now that heaven and earth had returned to reality, the land of Primordial Spacetime had expanded by an unknowable extent compared to before, regaining a few traces of ancient times.
In antiquity, countless divine beings walked between heaven and earth. By modern standards, even those standing a thousand or several thousand zhang tall would have been considered underdeveloped. Under such circumstances, any river less than a thousand li wide by modern measures could only be called a stream.
Any renowned great river began at a width of a hundred thousand li.
Though called rivers, they were no different from seas at a glance.
As for those truly great rivers, many were "boundless," imbued with powerful spatial properties. Unless one's realm was sufficient, one could not even reach their shores.
Yet the Great River Zhao Xiaoxiang had come to was only a little over a hundred meters wide. In the distant age of nations, such a river would not even have counted as large, much less now, when the world had been turned upside down. Great River was merely a place name.
At that moment, an old man and a young man sat fishing by the banks of Great River.
The older man had a broad frame. Though aged, he resembled a lion that had grown thin. The younger wore green robes and possessed an otherworldly bearing; at a glance, he carried something of heaven's impartial ruthlessness.
When Zhao Xiaoxiang arrived, the old man was lecturing the young man. "You have cultivated