Songhai City.
By the Huangpu River, the once murky yellow water had now turned completely black. Beneath it, countless dense shadows writhed and shifted.
Atop a skyscraper dozens of stories high, Immortal Emperor Zhao Li stood before a set of floor-to-ceiling windows, surveying Songhai City, nearly half of which was now flooded.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
A small Bronze Sword danced in the air beside him.
Tonight, he had inherited another 5% of his Cultivation. At this moment, Zhao Li's Cultivation Realm had reached the Nascent Soul Stage. Seeing that he would inherit 50% of his Cultivation tomorrow, Zhao Li guessed that after the following night, his Cultivation would reach the Integration Stage at the very least.
SWISH!
After acclimating to the new power in his body, Zhao Li used his Divine Sense to control the antique Bronze Sword he'd found at home, sending it plunging directly into the black river water at the edge of his vision.
ROAR!
