Yang Huai's eyes changed.
The Heavenly River was a long river of Ninth Heaven Weak Water. It ran through the vast Heavenly Realm, formed from the essence of Weak Water gathered by countless rays of starlight within the Heavenly Realm. It was difficult to imagine that something so terrifying could give birth to spiritual intelligence.
If it truly emerged into the world, it would likely be no less than primordial great gods such as the Water God Gonggong or the Sea God Yuqiang.
Yet Yang Huai reckoned that it could never truly be born.
For the Heavenly Emperor would likely never permit such a massive hidden danger to arise within the Heavenly Realm.
Just then, a somewhat childish voice sounded by his ear.
"So you were here. You really made me search!"
Yang Huai turned his gaze upward and saw what seemed like a lunar moon descending overhead. The tiny crescent moon carried a chilly sharpness, much like a little girl's temperament—aloof and cold, yet sometimes straightforward.
"Your Highness!"
As expected, the newcomer was the Eldest Princess of the Heavenly Court.
She wore a fitted silver short-sleeved robe, looking old-fashioned and full of the air of a little miss.
"Is this place fun?"
Her eyes stared curiously at Yang Huai before falling upon the nameless ancient stele at the center of the Heavenly River.
With a thought, a faint silver moon appeared in her hand. A blade radiance from the silver moon, carrying bone-piercing cold, immediately slashed toward the ancient stele.
Yang Huai had intended to stop her, but after considering it, he chose to watch from the sidelines.
Sure enough!
Rumble!
The silver moon's icy radiance swept past, yet the stone stele still stood at the center of the Ninth Heaven Weak Water, unchanging since ancient times.
"Hah, this