"Upon entering the Ninth Heaven, since it was originally the supreme land of the Heavens, our Legend characteristics, which are omnipresent everywhere else, will be suppressed here and difficult to employ. We must be careful," Ji Hao reminded them.
In case of an unforeseen incident when the time came, leaving them no time to guard against it.
Within the Ice Soul Formation, a figure in blood-red robes sat cross-legged inside an ancient hall, absorbing that dim and shadowy Primeval Demonic Intent. His aura gradually rose, taking on a faint chill.
"Demon Monarch's remaining power—he is still asleep and unwilling to be completely awakened. Naturally, no one will come to stop me." Joy appeared on his face, while the murderous intent of the Blood Sea swirling around him grew ever colder, gradually shifting from deep crimson to black.
It was as though he had received the blessing of some ancient power, becoming increasingly shadowy and powerful.
As they entered the ice pool, all was dim and indistinct. The four of them felt as if their Dharma Bodies and True Spirits were rapidly rising, looking down upon all things from the palms of their hands.
Then their eyes brightened, and they saw a glittering river. Its waters babbled as it came from an endless distance and flowed toward a destination it could never reach.
The river water was divided into countless layers. Some were vast and boundless, with stars radiating heat and light rising and falling within them. In some, Crows and Jade Rabbits "swam," while in others, suns and night moons had condensed into divine thrones.
Every star was a Divine Nation. There were too many such sights to count. Looking upon this river was like seeing layer upon layer of universes, each different from the next!
"The Heavenly River..."