The decaying dragon-headed ship sailed on the Wangchuan River. Yang Yan sat on it, feeling no trace of rocking.
The river was too calm!
The entire surface of the water was undisturbed!
If Yang Yan hadn't known it was a river, he would have definitely thought it was a smooth concrete floor!
He waved his palm, casting a stream of demonic qi onto the lake's surface, yet not even a single splash was stirred.
"It was as if water fell on a concrete surface, unable to stir the slightest ripple.
The river water was truly too heavy!
It seems the records in the books were true!"
Since the last time Yang Yan left the Ninth Restricted Area, he had decided to enter it again to make a transaction with the entity in the river.
He instructed the major sects of Dongzhou to collect much information about the Ninth Restricted Area.
Among that was news about this river!
"From Upper Heaven, down to the netherworld!
