Yang Huai carefully calculated the time. Only around four years remained of the ten-year appointment Dao Ningzi had given him.
Accidents might happen at any moment.
Yang Huai did not have much time.
Yet now that the Milky River Weak-Water Spirit Banner, a treasure that bore the Dao, cultivated alongside his life and soul, receiving at every moment the wondrous essence of Heaven and Earth's Great Dao, his cultivation speed would surely far surpass that of other divine spirits.
Three months later, within the origin source of Milky River Weak Water, Yang Huai, who had been cultivating bitterly, was suddenly startled awake.
He stepped out of the Heavenly River's origin source and looked overhead. Several piercing crow cries rang out above him, and in the distance, he saw a blazing sun streak across the sky. With the blazing sun suspended overhead, terrifying heat poured forth from it.
Yang Huai looked toward the Golden Crow overhead. Feeling that blazing, terrifying power of the sun's authority, his heart stirred slightly.
He could sense that this Golden Crow was none other than the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan who had "sparred" with him years ago. Yet the Tenth Prince was now more than several times stronger than he had been back then.
"After truly gaining the sun's authority, it seems the Golden Crow Clan's power has been completely awakened!"
Yang Huai drew a deep breath.
Even though his own strength had advanced tremendously, he still did not dare claim with certainty that he could defeat the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan again—and that was even with the Milky River Weak-Water Spirit Banner in his hand.
The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan overhead seemed to notice him as well and sent down a thread of divine consciousness, but