"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The wind kept howling past his ears as Yu Huatian continued descending, his expression cold.
His Primordial Spirit had long since left his body, constantly monitoring his surroundings without daring to relax its vigilance.
His decision to brave the danger himself had not been an impulsive one.
During his earlier battle with the Divine Dragon, he had already noticed that although this beast was powerful, it was not without weaknesses.
At least in terms of speed alone, Yu Huatian was still confident that he could escape the Divine Dragon's jaws if he unleashed his full strength.
At the very least, his chances of survival were better than the Water God Ancestor's would have been.
In the original story, the Water God Ancestor had been swallowed whole by this beast while fighting Di Shitian.
And that had happened on Jingrui Day, when the Divine Dragon's strength was suppressed.
Now, however, Jingrui Day had yet to arrive, and the Divine Dragon was at its peak.
If the Water God Ancestor came down here, he would face certain death, without the slightest chance of survival.
That was why Yu Huatian had chosen to come down himself in the Water God Ancestor's place and shut those people's mouths.
Although the Water God Ancestor was merely a puppet-or rather, could only be considered a corpse that retained its combat instincts-he was still one of Yu Huatian's own. It was not for anyone else to dispose of him.
Yu Huatian remained focused and on guard as he slowly descended toward the bottom of the gorge.
Gray miasma filled the entire gorge, growing thicker the farther down he went until nothing could be seen. This had little effect on Yu Huatian, however, because he perceived his surroundings through his Primordial Spirit; night and day