After attaining the cultivation of an Upper God, Yang Huai's speed in gathering the origins of Milky River Weak Water and long rivers had increased greatly.
He did not linger. Once he had gathered every last trace of Milky River Weak Water origin and long river origin scattered throughout an area, he swiftly departed, never coveting authority over the rivers. He merely refined them into a seal, continuously fusing them together to create a Heavenly River Divine Seal.
In truth, what he was doing was also beneficial to heaven and earth.
The Milky River Weak Water had flooded, creating countless lands of death.
Now that he was swallowing and refining the Milky River Weak Water in advance, he was accelerating the recovery of living populations.
Along the way, Yang Huai also salvaged some of the corpses of gods, demon creatures, and evil entities that had sunk into the Milky River Weak Water.
Quite a few powerful beings had died in the raging currents of the Milky River Weak Water.
For instance, certain mountain and river spirits with enormous true forms that had not had time to transform. Restricted by their territories, after being poisoned to death by the Milky River Weak Water, their corpses had remained where they fell.
Yang Huai found quite a few strange and unusual things among them.
Before a massive island, Yang Huai flew out from underground. A rust-covered spear appeared in his hand, and helplessness flickered across his face. A moment later, he put the spear away.
This was already the who-knew-how-manyth divine weapon he had found whose spirituality had been corroded by the Milky River Weak Water.
The Milky River Weak Water truly was terrifying beyond measure.
No spiritual object could escape its erosion.
This included divine weapons and sharp artifacts, spiritual treasures of