Ancestor Hong Yun's face grew even more shocked.
Compared to the Jie Sect Disciples, his divine sense was far sharper and his perception much clearer.
Right now above the Nine Heavens, he sensed a supremely dense power of destiny.
Coupled with that mighty, rushing river sound, such a conjecture immediately arose in Hong Yun's heart.
The River of Destiny!
Legend had it that it was a blood-red great river, with countless skeletons sunken at its bottom and countless corpses piled along its banks.
Every single drop of water in the River of Destiny represented the successive destinies of a living being.
Moreover, between each drop of water, bizarre threads of karma intertwined with one another.
Of course, the most mystical aspect of this River of Destiny was that it existed neither in the past, nor in the present, nor in the future.
It did not manifest within the sea of the mind, nor did it enter the eyes; it left no trace across the spatial bounds, and no track through the ages.
Could it be that today everyone was fortunate enough to witness this legendary, mystical great river?
Hearing the words of Ancestor Hong Yun, the more than one hundred thousand Jie Sect Disciples were even more shaken.
"What? The River of Destiny?!"
"Good heavens, it is actually the manifestation of that great river?"
"How fortunate we are to actually witness such a legendary existence!"
One by one, the disciples wore fanatical expressions, showing looks of curiosity and anticipation.
More than one hundred thousand gazes also stared intently at the high heavens, unblinking and holding their breath in suspense.
Yet right beneath everyone's watchful eyes.
At a certain moment, towering blood-red light suddenly erupted, covering the sky and blocking the sun, casting the entire Sky Above Golden Ao Island in