Yang Chutao sneered. "This humble official advises you, Grand Academician Xi: the Jing Kingdom of today is no longer the Jing Kingdom of old. If you insist on going your own way, you will plunge into eternal ruin! I urge you all to rein in your horses at the precipice. Otherwise, once Void Sage Fang acts, you will be nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs, shattered at a single blow!"
"Hahahaha... He's a clay Great Scholar crossing a river, unable even to save himself. What action could he possibly take?"
After speaking, Xi Shi raised his head toward the Jing Kingdom Capital, then gazed into the distance as he continued, "I will give you a quarter of an hour to consider. Once that time is up, you will see the sky above the capital change. If you remain obstinate even then, do not blame me for being ruthless!"
Meanwhile, at the source of the Yangtze River, in the western Kunlun Mountain.
Numerous members of the Dragon Race roared excitedly, releasing surges of Dragonforce into the Yangtze River.
The Yangtze River suddenly seemed to have been sliced clean across, leaving a cross section. The water upstream continued to flow, but vanished upon touching that cross section, its destination unknown.
With no more water arriving from upstream, the riverbed downstream lay exposed and dry, and the dried-out stretch kept expanding.
The Flood Dragon Sage Palace stood at the junction of the Yangtze River and the Eastern Sea. As the Yangtze River ceased flowing, the palace's aura steadily weakened.
Outside the capital of Jing Kingdom, at the Jing River Grand Wharf.
Led by Liu Shan, numerous Miscellaneous School scholars boarded carriages and headed toward the capital. They soon reached its southern gate and alighted.
It was not yet four in the morning,