Just over a dozen days after time began to flow, the wooden boat carrying Jiang Chen finally pierced through the shrouding fog like a bird breaking free from its bonds. The surrounding air seemed to carry a hint of eerie chill, causing an involuntary shudder.
"That is..." Looking into the distance, Jiang Chen was utterly stunned by the sudden spectacle. Not far away, a torrential flood resembling a waterfall cascaded straight down from the sky with thunderous momentum, as if trying to devour everything in its path.
The yellowish current gleamed with a bizarre luster under the sunlight, seeming to harbor an endless aura of death.
Chapter 115