In the Wuming River.
The boundless river water blocked all sight. Massive stone pillars, bearing chains imbued with some kind of rule, formed a vast net on the riverbed.
"Even for me, there are plenty of dangers at the bottom of the Wuming River. But even if I perish, I'll only lose a clone. Isn't he afraid, in his current state?" Ying'an Elder vaguely sensed the guidance of "fate."
Now, as though through "scattered light," he sensed many points that seemed real but were not quite so.
Originally, "true" and "false" should have been clearly distinguishable.
But now, the "false" remained "false," while the sole "true" point had also begun to become "distorted."
He grew increasingly agitated.
"Damn it, would he rather destroy himself than let me get it?"
Naturally, such a thought occurred to Ying'an Elder at that moment.
Although Dongguan could still struggle now, whether his "Dao Tribulation" was long or short, he would have to face it eventually. He would be at his weakest then, and that would be Ying'an Elder's chance.
"No!" Suddenly, a force wound around him.
Ying'an Elder's expression changed drastically, and he immediately split into countless shadows to break free.
But that force split into countless strands, simultaneously catching every shadow he had created.
Everything of him was swept into the vortex on the riverbed.
"This is a Wuming Nether Vortex!" Ying'an Elder immediately recalled the information.
This was one of the dangers in the Wuming River, but it was not without a way to deal with it.
That force came from the grand formation of the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm. Since he had not even escaped the prison cage, there was no way he could break free.
However, an "eye" existed at the center of this Wuming Nether Vortex.
Within that "eye,"