For five days straight, the rain on Mount Lu had not let up, with frequent spells of gloomy drizzle.
Late April was still late spring in the north, but in the South, it already counted as summer.
Summer brought plentiful rain, and the waters of Three-Tiered Spring gradually rose, their cascading force only growing stronger.
Apart from relieving himself and searching for food, Lian Youming spent most of his time submerged in the water.
Everything outside seemed to have ceased to concern him.
With the waterfall's terrifying force added to that, ordinary martial artists had no desire to approach, and almost no one disturbed him.
But almost no one did not mean no one.
Hidden underwater these past few days, Lian Youming had sensed several unusual traces of qi dynamics passing through, seemingly heading for Five Old Men Peak in the end. But none of that mattered to him.
Above him, the waterfall hung like the Milky Way. A face suddenly surfaced, pursed its lips, and drew in a deep breath like a great whale drawing in water, then sank again.
Standing on the bottom, Lian Youming felt the immense force before him. He raised both arms loosely, slowly sweeping and turning his hands, tracing two circles in the water.
The oncoming current immediately split into two streams, like a pair of funnel-shaped vortices, guided to either side by his hands. A huge opening seemed to tear through the ceaseless surge before him.
Lian Youming pressed into the opening, but before he could secure his footing, the next surge came crashing in.
As though already prepared, he swept his arms sideways and spun like a top. The surrounding undercurrents moved with his momentum and turned with his force. In an instant, the matchless torrent before him was swept aside in