One two-hour period later.
The Weichuan Deity drove everyone away from this ten-thousand-mile-long tributary.
Only Li Ye, a cultivator, was left here, the water crystal clear, with many spirit stones at the riverbed smoothed and polished by the waves.
Various spirit fish swayed their tails freely in the water, with abundant grasses and trees on both banks, and the dikes emerging in the Weichuan appearing both delicately and robustly perfect.
"The scenery here is truly remarkable."
Li Ye had already changed his clothes and stood on the shore gazing out.
The body of the Golden Core True Man had long since shed mortal impurities, his open Taoist robe revealing evenly toned skin at his chest and abdomen, his long limbs glowing with a jade-like radiance in the sunlight.
That brilliance seemed to flow from his bones and meridians, giving him an ethereal aura, almost like an immortal banished from the heavens.
Even the sunlight seemed particularly gentle when it shone upon him.
