You're Human or a Demon, Exactly?!

The Qiang River was treacherous, and since ancient times it had been nicknamed Jiannan's Yellow Springs.

The river originated in Snow Ridge, in the far west. Along its journey, it dragged along mud and shattered rocks, forcibly carving a natural moat hundreds of li wide between Jiannan and Longyou.

The people on both banks made their living by the river, yet they feared it to the bone.

On the first and fifteenth days of every month, the ferry crossings along the river would be shrouded in smoke and mist as countless commoners and fishermen burned offerings to pay the road toll.

Some went even further, throwing live pigs and sheep into the heart of the river.

They only prayed that whatever lurked beneath the turbid waves would eat its fill and stop coveting the living people aboard their boats.

On the Qiang River, when a wave rolled over, it could swallow even the slightest sound.

And at this moment.

With a thunderous boom, a huge breach was smashed open in the surface of the river.

The freezing river water surged wildly in from all directions, pouring into their mouths, noses, and eardrums.

The instant they entered the water, the light was swallowed up completely. All that remained was a stretch of turbid darkness.

"Gurgle—"

Huge bubbles rose toward the surface.

The White Flood Dragon's massive body moved through the water with astonishing agility. Though it endured the excruciating pain around its eye socket, an indescribable ecstasy surged through its heart.

They were underwater!

It belonged to the White Flood Dragon Clan, a born overlord of the water! In the Qiang River, it was a god!

Human martial artists?

Even someone in the Ink-Dot Realm would lose seventy to eighty percent of their strength upon entering these waters a hundred zhang