The crack spanning the sky above Yuxu Island looked like a torn wound, and the grayish-white water of the Return to Ruins poured down like an overturned heavenly river. Wherever the seawater passed, rocks, trees, and grass crystallized completely, emitting a teeth-aching, grating sound.
"Save... save me!"
A cultivator had just flown half azhang up on his flying sword when he was drenched by the pouring grayish-white seawater. His Dao robe instantly hardened, and his skin turned a stonelike gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stretched out his hand in despair, but his fingertips shattered into dust the moment they touched the corner of his companion's robe.
Chapter 507