A moment later, two objects appeared in Yang Huai's hand.
They were the White Emperor's Spirit-Slaying Jade Axe and the Heavenly Capital Golden Cauldron.
Both were supreme treasures of the human path.
The White Emperor's Spirit-Slaying Jade Axe in particular was extraordinarily wondrous. Even his Milky River Weak Water could be cleaved apart by it, showing just how formidable it was.
Yet the most formidable things in heaven and earth were never magical treasures, but the people wielding them.
These two items would have great use in his hands in the future.
At the same time, Yang Huai glanced at the lively battle still raging among the people of the Five-Lotus Heavenly Heart Sect and the Spirit Platform Sword Sect. His gaze flickered slightly before he spoke a moment later.
"Uncle-Master Zhoutian, if you keep fighting, I cannot guarantee that this uncle-master of yours will return in one piece. And all these fellow cultivators—will they all die because of you?"
At his words.
A streak of starlight rose into the sky below. Daoist Zhoutian stepped upon cloudlight, shaking off Sword Venerable's entanglement as he appeared before Yang Huai.
He looked at the vast, terrifying heavenly river swallowing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers. A trace of wariness flashed deep within his eyes before he spoke after a moment.
"Nephew Yang, what do you intend to do?"
He did not invoke the banner of the Nine Heavens Orthodox Alliance again, because he knew it would be futile.
Yang Huai might accidentally bring harm upon Violet Sun Venerable and the lives of countless fellow cultivators.
He had noticed that quite a few elders of the Nine Heavens Orthodox Alliance had already perished in those strange river waters.
They were all staunch supporters of the Five-Lotus Heavenly Heart Sect.
Several among them