In the Heavenly River, within every ripple was a star, and within every star a world unto itself.0

If someone chose to hide within this boundless river of stars, not even Ye Wuming, operating at full strength, could locate them in a short time. In fact, it was through this very river that the ancient White Tiger had once made his escape, and Piaomiao had used it to smuggle Zhao Changhe out on the lotus platform.0

Bathing here, in short, was the safest option across all three realms.0

This time, Zhao Changhe had been away for a while. The women, weary from cultivating on their own, had broken up the monotony; Piaomiao even took it upon herself to challenge the Four Idols Formation for a proper sparring session. The bout left everyone flushed and dripping with sweat, and naturally, they ended up gathering in the river to bathe.0

It turned out that, with everyone congregating at the same stretch of river, their husband did not have to try very hard to peek.0

While bathing, Piaomiao suddenly sensed her power surging. Her cultivation was unlike that of the others—her strength...0