Chaonan City had not yet fully awakened. Countless wisps of cooking smoke curled upward, making it easy to imagine how prosperous and bustling the city would be by day.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stood side by side on the bank, having long since thrown away their bamboo hats.
While traveling through the night earlier, they had discovered that, because they walked too fast and the wind was fairly strong, their hats were easily blown away.
Now they had wrapped their entire heads and faces in two gray cloths, looking rather like the ascetic physician-monks of Fruitful Accomplishment Temple in the Northern Lands.
The waters of Turbid Waters were indeed murky, the current exceptionally fierce. Chaotic flows and whirlpools filled the river, looking exceedingly treacherous, and who knew what monsters lurked within?
Many years ago, the people on either bank had not dared cross by boat, effectively cutting off all passage. Only after the Green Mountain Sect was first established did its founding patriarch order the disciples of Past Arrival Peak to use supreme immortal methods to move earth and stone here and build a bridge, then conceal a sword formation within it to suppress the demonic beasts. Only then was the problem resolved at its root.
Because the Turbid River was so wide, the center of this arched bridge was also extremely high. Particularly when clouds and mist rose, viewed from either bank, the bridge seemed to lead into the sky, magnificent beyond measure. Thus it had acquired the name Sky-reaching Bridge, though this had little connection to the name Chaotian Continent.
Standing on the bank and looking at this extraordinarily grand, towering bridge, Jing Jiu felt something unusual.
Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles-the words of the sages truly made sense.
When he was very young,