In the blink of an eye, another week had passed.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
The drizzling rain in the sky turned heavier, raindrops akin to a storm poured continuously from the sky into the Dongting Lake below, splashing waves of toxicity, merging with the river's poison, permeating the air.
At a glance, apart from the vast black river, there was nothing but the mingled toxins.
Suddenly, from the distant horizon, a terrifying might erupted, streaks of powerful spiritual light shot swiftly from the horizon to this direction, stopping above the Nine Heavens moments later.
Countless Spirit Boats blocking out the sky, innumerable giant Flying Puppet Beasts thousands of zhang high, numerous large flying True Spirits, stopped one after another in the air, centering around the Spirit Boat on the river below, leaving no gap for escape.
