The Yellow River surged swiftly, its hidden currents churning.
Even someone who knew the water well could not guarantee his safety after falling into the Yellow River.
As the saying went, "Good swimmers drown."
It was the unlikely accident you had to fear.
And that went doubly for somewhere as treacherous as the Yellow River.
The old boatman moved through the Yellow River like a swimming dragon, scarcely human. He retrieved the clay jar with ease, but the moment he climbed out, he noticed what seemed to be a crack in it!
It looked as though something blunt had struck it.
Lin Feng found the jar's design familiar.
It looked very much like the pottery jars he had seen in the Scripture Transformation Cave.
Had the painters in the Scripture Transformation Cave also been among those conducting the sacrifice?
The old boatman felt his blood freeze. His hands and feet went cold, and for a moment, he had no idea what to do.
This thing had broken?
What was he supposed to do?
Just then, a great shaman who had been watching suddenly let out a piercing scream.
His scream disturbed some presence. The clear, bright weather abruptly changed!
The Yellow River suddenly surged, its muddy waves towering toward the sky!
The bells hanging from the flagpoles around them began to jerk strangely, producing an uncanny sound like water dripping onto the ground. That eerie noise sounded nothing like anything a bell could make.
"Shoot down those bells!"
Li Yuanhao stood on the altar and surveyed his surroundings. In an instant, everything had gone dark. Amid that enveloping darkness, no one knew what to do. Only Li Yuanhao understood that something was wrong.
"Shoot down those bells!"
Li Yuanhao shouted the order. The elite archers around him acted immediately. Even