With this kind of all-out, fully focused cultivation, another two months quietly passed.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo..."
On this day, numerous figures shot up from the riverbed.
Strictly speaking, it could no longer be called a riverbed, because the river formed by magic elements had, by this moment, almost completely dried up.
Ling Xiao and the others stared at the ground that was not only dry, but even cracked like a tortoise shell, all of them utterly dumbfounded.
"This is… what happened?"
They could hardly imagine it—just four months ago, there had still been a river here that stretched beyond sight, at least a hundred miles wide!!!
Looking again now, where was there any river left?
This was clearly nothing but a river course that had been desolate and dried up for who knew how many years!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——
Countless gazes turned toward the white-robed figure sitting cross-legged in the center.
