In the Tao River, countless water droplets reflect the images of martial artists, constantly changing in appearance.
Li Che rose from the river, his black hair floating like seaweed, softly dancing within.
He felt a force of rejection. Turning to look, he saw a remnant shell sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the Martial Arts River.
Remnant shell?!
Li Che furrowed his brow slightly, a flash of confusion passing through his eyes.
However, before he could think too much, a vast propulsion force pushed him out of the Martial Arts River.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh ——
Inside the room, Li Che slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were incredibly sharp and deep, as if countless changes were brewing within, constantly weaving and transforming.
In the Martial Arts River, he experienced the seventh transformation of the Dao Fruit, as if the martial will of millions of martial artists surged into his mind, threatening to make his brain burst, his physical body unable to bear the force.
