On the banks of the Nu River, the water was swelling. The dark yellow waves surged boundlessly, as though between heaven and earth only this twisting, roaring yellow dragon remained.
From afar, the waves of the Yellow River surged furiously. They rolled majestically, like a thousand horses charging forth, carrying mud and sand as they poured down from the horizon.
That river water did not just carry water, but a power that could shake the soul. It bore endless mud and rocks, swirling and colliding in the tumultuous currents and vortices. The foam glistened like countless silver scales under the sunlight, shining with a dazzling brilliance. The sound was so immense it was as if thunder clashed and mountains crumbled, making the surrounding lands tremble.
Above the riverside, numerous cultivators on their Escape Lights looked solemnly at the Nu River before them.
