Above the Milky River
Ranks of Heavenly Soldiers stood in formation. More than a thousand Milky River water soldiers formed the Weak Water Grand Formation. Under the command of two heavenly generals, phantom rivers seemed to be drawn in one after another, forming long serpents that spat and swallowed the essence of Weak Water. Wherever they passed, layers of Milky River Weak Water were covered over. They could vanish and move as they pleased, with offense and defense as one.
In the distance, Yang Huai watched the scene, a faint smile appearing on his face.
With more than a thousand Milky River water soldiers trained to this extent, they could be said to have initially formed a fighting force. They were still somewhat short of moving as one's own arms and fingers, of being able to besiege gods at the Upper God realm. That would require decades of unceasing, day-after-day training.
Still, training the troops to this level meant he had lived up to the Heavenly Empress's trust.
As his thoughts turned, he once more sank into the depths of the Milky River. An icy-blue phantom river emerged around him, gradually condensing until it seemed almost tangible. The instant he entered the Milky River Weak Water, Yang Huai felt as though he had transformed into a deity of the Milky River.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, amid a strand of divine radiance, an icy-blue Dao Fruit had taken shape. The Dao Fruit shifted from time to time, becoming a divine seal at one moment, a long river the next, and then a divine banner.
It was formed from the Milky River's origin.
It had already taken its initial form.
With the help of this Milky River origin, which had gradually grown to a certain extent, he was now considered