The wind along the riverbank was fierce, with dark black rocks scattered among the river waters. The jagged stones created eddies in the flow, some calm, others turbulent. Occasionally the reflections of the sky could be seen in the bends where the water was smooth.1

However, there was a single point of brightness amid the dense night fog.0

A man in platinum armor rose high into the sky, shining like a white star in the dim night, radiating a blazing light. The cultivators in the north hesitated for a moment, then all looked up at him.0

"Li Xuanfeng of Bianyan…"0

The crowd of cultivators did not just have rogue cultivators and family cultivators, but also experts. They were all silently waiting for something. The entire stretch of the river from north to south fell eerily silent, leaving only the sound of the surging water.0

Si Yuanli was also a decisive man....0