Upon exiting the Second Temple, the remaining 20,000-plus powerful warriors were forced to halt in the face of the scene before them.
"What is this?" Everyone looked surprised and puzzled.
The path before me was no longer paved with stars, but a river, incredibly beautiful, bathed in moonlight.
With just one glance, Yang Qinglan grasped the essence of the river faster than the other experts: "A river formed by the convergence of starlight."
With a flick of his finger, Xinghou unleashed a burst of starlight, which transformed into a clone and surged into the river of starlight.
The clone was incredibly powerful, capable of plucking stars and seizing the moon with ease, but upon reaching the Starry River, it lost its magic.
"Thump!"
The clone fell into the river, causing the powerful figures to change color.
Star Monkey, carrying the blood-stained golden mace, couldn't help but frown. Fortunately, his clone hadn't drowned. It swam vigorously in the Starry River and soon disappeared into the middle of the vast river.
The other powerful figures also sent out their clones.
Without exception, they all lost their abilities and fell into the river like ordinary people.
Someone attempted to use a force powerful enough to destroy a star, but upon approaching the Star River, it transformed into a fine rain of starlight that fell into the river.
Even the will of Heaven cannot control this river.
This made all the powerful figures change color.
What is the will of Heaven? It is the will of Heaven. Nothing can defy the will of Heaven except for the will of Heaven itself; even chaos can resist it.
But now, there is a river that even the will of Heaven cannot reach.
"Could it be some kind of divine intervention?" someone muttered to themselves.
The will of Heaven regarding Xinghui is endless, and no one can be certain of it for the time being.
Li Changzhou seemed to be deep in thought. He couldn't do anything about fate, but he had recently come into contact with one: a heavenly tribulation.
The starlight river before them was calm and beautiful, without the slightest trace of violence or destruction. It seemed to be the most peaceful place in the world, unlikely to be a heavenly tribulation, but perhaps a "heavenly object" of the same level as a heavenly tribulation.
He suddenly smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Yaochi asked him. Seeing him laugh, she couldn't help but smile as well.
Yang Qinglan quietly smiled to herself.
The nearby fighters were watching this side closely—they were paying attention to everyone whose expression was unusual, a thousand times more cautiously than when they were playing cards and trying to read other people's faces.
They used a barrage of methods, including intercepting telepathic communication and telepathic telepathy, employing every possible tactic.
Li Changzhou laughed and said, "We agreed that after we succeed, we would travel through the universe and see the brilliance of the stars. Why wait for success? The journey itself is full of scenery."
Fuck your scenery!
Those who thought he would have some insights cursed inwardly. They had been eavesdropping with bated breath, only to receive this answer!
Come to think of it, while they were fighting a bloody battle amidst mountains of corpses, this guy was enjoying a romantic getaway with his two wives!
Yaochi understood people's hearts very well and instantly sensed the "anger" in everyone's hearts, and couldn't help but giggle like a young girl.
Yang Qinglan was indifferent to the outside world. Looking at the Xinghui River, she said, "It is indeed a beautiful sight. If one could take a boat ride on it, it would be a truly delightful experience."
"Alright, you two divine couple," Yaochi teased, "now you should think about how to cross the river."
The powerful figures kept trying; some used celestial artifacts to create boats, while others suddenly attacked, knocking another person into the river.
Upon verification, this is indeed an "ordinary" river; anything extraordinary that enters the river's boundaries will become "ordinary."
Even celestial artifacts are no exception, but they can still maintain their "most robust" state.
As for the clones, once they entered the galaxy, they lost all contact with the main body. Although they would continue to swim towards the end of the river according to the main body's will, they had already disappeared without a trace.
The vast Milky Way stretches to the horizon, its end unseen, and the location of the third temple remains unknown.
Thump!
The dragon leaped down.
In an instant, he lost all his powers, and his sacred dragon blood disappeared, turning him into a three-zhang-long azure dragon with only intelligence but no extraordinary abilities.
"Boom!" The star waves surged, and he drifted downstream, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.
Even Li Changzhou was taken aback, and couldn't help but admire the true dragon's indomitable courage.
The powerful individuals present were not afraid of death, but they also considered why they would die. For the sake of a sainthood or the Dao, they would die without regret, but no one would be willing to die in an obscure galaxy.
"What a magnificent dragon!" the powerful figures exclaimed in amazement.
This dragon was arrogant and disdainful of everyone. Except for a few, it did not take any of the participants seriously. Along the way, it had been besieged countless times. Everyone was wary of its strength, but this leap made them admire it.
"How can it be weaker than a true dragon!" A peach tree spirit flicked its sleeve, threw out a small boat, gracefully stood on it, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
"Alright!" Xinghou, carrying the golden mace, jumped into the river.
Her long, slender arms glided by, and despite being "ordinary," they were still as fast as lightning.
People from all over the universe were puzzled. For top-tier Heavenly Realm experts, swimming was too undignified. At least they should travel by boat like Peach God, right?
But what is dignity to a monkey that has cultivated for countless years? The Great Dao returns to its original simplicity; here, swimming fast is dignity.
This is more important than anything else.
"Splash!" Another powerful alien jumped into the river.
Some races, who were like swimmers, threw their boats out.
Soon, the question of whether or not one had the courage to go into the river was no longer one of fear, but rather the worry that the strong who went first would gain their fortune first.
"Let's go too," Yang Qinglan said.
She threw out her Ruyi scepter, which was long and slender, and shrank to the size of a small boat before falling into the river.
The three stood there, their sleeves fluttering, seemingly about to ride the wind away amidst the moonlit starry river.
"If the holy positions were allocated based on appearance, the King of Black Mist and his two wives would definitely be on the list!"
"Anyone who doesn't grow any hair except on their head wants to become a saint based on their looks?"
"Short forelimbs and ten dull fingers—can such an oddity be described as beautiful and handsome?"
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