The Skyward River was nine hundred li wide. (Sorry, I remembered the river's name wrong.)
Rather than a river, it would be more accurate to call it a sea!
Ordinary people could not cross this river. If they tried, they would surely die.
It was not merely that the winds and waves were immense and the current turbulent.
Rather, countless demons of all sizes lurked beneath its waters.
Even cultivators who flew across had to remain vigilant at all times. Otherwise, they too risked losing their lives.
Thus, even Golden Core cultivators did not dare fly freely over this river. They had to avoid certain dangerous stretches of water, lest they step into the territory of some great demon.
It was not that Golden Core cultivators feared those great demons. Rather, most demons possessed little reason, and the Skyward River was their home turf. If a fight truly broke out, it would be exceedingly troublesome.
Therefore, though the Skyward River was only nine hundred li wide, crossing it required a detour of at least another five hundred li.
In other words, the actual distance exceeded fourteen hundred li.
And to avoid causing excessive disturbances that might draw great demons over, even a Golden Core cultivator needed at least three days to cross it.
Li Su awoke around the morning of the third day.
From afar, Dry Province Continent was already visible, beginning as a tiny speck and gradually widening.
"Hao'er, you're finally awake."
Seeing Li Hao awaken, Li Zhan—who had recovered considerably after taking medicine and resting for two days—immediately revealed a delighted expression.
Li Hao had slept until the morning of the third day. If not for his consistently steady breathing and the gradual recovery of his blood qi, Li Zhan would have been unable to sit still long