The North Abyss River stretched as far as the eye could see, boundless in every direction. Its waves surged violently, and massive torrents swept through the air with terrifying force. Even a hundred-zhang ship would struggle to withstand them; any vessel with a frail hull would be smashed to pieces after just a few waves.
Standing atop three-colored auspicious clouds, with Blood Flame Profound Light shimmering behind his head, Xuanji held the Xuanji Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and wore a three-colored Daoist robe. He gazed down over the river. Half a year had passed, and life had once again flourished in the North Abyss River. Yet under the scrutiny of Xuanji's Yin Yang Pupil Light, he saw not a trace of any powerful aura—only ordinary aquatic creatures.
Whoosh! Rumble!
He dismissed the auspicious clouds, formed the Water-Avoiding Dao Technique with his hands, and plunged straight into the North Abyss River. His Yin Yang Pupil Light activated, and the entire scene came into view. He made his way toward Holy King City. Along the way, sharks, Tiger Crocodiles, and other creatures attacked him, but before they could even draw near, a bloody glow flashed from Xuanji's crown. A blood-red hand, several dozen zhang long and two or three zhang thick, surged forth. Ignoring the resistance of the water, it seized the ferocious creatures rushing at him. Whether a giant shark or a tiny water snake, the moment it touched the hand, every drop of blood was sucked from its body, leaving it shriveled and limp.
Seeing the power of the blood hand, Xuanji was quite satisfied. The power to drain blood was already extraordinary, to say nothing of the might of the Blood Flame. With this divine ability alone, he could go anywhere in the world.
After killing more than a thousand