Inside the mountain cliff, the area was vast.
Myriad-colored starlit radiances swirled about, creating a dreamlike, illusory scene.
Several Demons each occupied a spot, channeling the divine rainbows of starlight to temper their own Life Tao Seed.
All of them were outstanding figures of the Huangqu River Water Tribe, their Original Bodies being either great rivers or vast streams, having deeply comprehended the true essence of the Water Tao.
"Lang, Han Jiuming has also arrived," Shui Yizhang whispered through a voice transmission.
Shui Lang glanced up and snorted coldly. "If he comes, he comes."
Shui Lang had no patience for Hong Yuan and Kun Rong's presence.
