On the boundless and ever-changing Nether River, a lone small boat drifted along with the currents.
Standing at the bow was Lu Yu, while the Ferryman stood at the stern, silently gazing across the vast river surface. The Ferryman occasionally paddled, and the small boat under their feet slowly moved on the Nether River.
The Nether River water is not the Water of the Moon.
Lu Yu had just attempted to use the eighth heaven technique to refine the Water of the Moon with the Power of the Moon, but it was ineffective.
This indicated that the Nether River water was not the Water of the Moon he sought, or perhaps the water here was not what he was meant to find.
"Zhao Tianjue surely wouldn't give me false information." Lu Yu contemplated, a new thought sprang to mind, "Could I have been searching in the wrong place?"
Splash, splash~ Sounds of water slapping the surface came from not far away. Lu Yu turned his head and saw a gray soul struggling in the Nether River.
