Amid thunderous crashes, countless torrents of azure seawater poured down from an immense height. When they struck the Netherworld ground, their tremendous impact was no different from falling rocks, instantly destroying the hills along the banks before surging into the Nether River.
Watching the wisps of green smoke drifting in every direction and into the sky, Tong Yan said expressionlessly, "How will you explain this when His Majesty returns?"
"His Majesty and I think differently. Sunshine and rain are indeed not things we need, but I have no wish to remain beneath the feet of your Human Race forever."
The Nether Master walked to his side, looked down at the utterly chaotic, utterly terrifying world below the cliff, and said, "The world is about to undergo an unprecedented upheaval. Prepare to embrace it, or anyone could be swallowed by this torrent."
"This is destroying the world." Tong Yan turned to look into his eyes. "Are you certain you can do it?"
"Today is the Green Mountain Grand Ceremony," the Nether Master said. "Most of the powerful figures in the Human Race's cultivation world will be there. This is our best opportunity to break through those passages."
"And then?" Tong Yan asked.
"Then, as you can see, endless seawater will fall into the Netherworld through the whirlpool, like a downpour beyond even your human imagination."
A light of perseverance and fulfilled ambition appeared on the Nether Master's face. Pointing somewhere in the sky, he said, "Look. Next comes a great wind."
At the highest reaches of that dim world, at a certain point in the Abyss, space suddenly warped.
That was air moving at tremendous speed. That was wind from the continent's surface.
The wind in the Thousand-Li Wind Corridor howled without pause. The willows beside the lake leaned