Cheng Xinzhan narrowed his eyes at those words.
He knew the Blood God Child meant White Emperor City and Kui Gate. The collapse of those two places was indeed no ordinary matter. Upstream waters would rise and overflow, downstream flow would diminish, earth qi would undergo drastic changes, and water veins would become clogged. Unless this was dealt with promptly, both Wuling and Jingchu would face serious problems. And unlike repairing mountains, managing water demanded speed, not delay. The Blood God Child had calculated this.
The Daoist was not entirely unprepared, either. In fact, as early as when he pursued Li Yingqiong here, he had simultaneously sent a mental message to Han Ningguang, far away in Eight Gui, asking her to bring her fleshly body over. Dredging rivers and lifting rocks on this scale was no easy task; a dragon descendant would find it much easier, especially a Fifth Realm variant dragon descendant like Han Ningguang, with her many bodies and feet and boundless strength. She could accomplish a great deal at a time like this.
Besides, since ancient times, no work of virtue or lasting achievement had surpassed taming the waters.
Fortunately, Marshal Kui was also close at hand, so things would not descend into complete chaos.
That said, he truly did not want to remain here any longer.
When he pursued Li Yingqiong with the Crutch-Throwing Method, only to be stopped by the Blood God Child waiting here with Evil Purple Usurps Vermilion, he knew he would achieve nothing today.
The Blood God Child had attained the rank of Earthly Immortal, and Mount Wudu was the Dao-union sanctuary of Dharma King Xuanyuan, a Fifth Realm dragon descendant. The only way to achieve anything would be to flatten all of Mount Wudu and even the Blackwater River.
That was