It came from the already descending Celestial River, striking beside the old Daoist, an inexplicable spatial distortion frightened him into a stupor, and in the next moment, his expression dramatically changed with shock.
He took action!
The old Daoist was absolutely certain, because he was convinced that Wuxian, that worthless man, could never do such things.
It could only be Him who intervened.
The old Daoist smiled bitterly, but his hands never let go, "Are you... are you here?"
But after he spoke, apart from the surging river, no other sound came from the Celestial River.
Just when the old Daoist thought it was an illusion, suddenly, the entire Celestial River poured down like a broken dam, and the Artifact Spirit beside him looked extremely grim, the Celestial River had truly descended!
The old Daoist also looked grim; He truly intervened.
Or rather, He didn't need to intervene personally; just a slight interference could make all of this happen.
