The waters of the Yellow Sand River surged eastward, crashing against the riverbanks and reefs. The trajectory of the current changed, colliding and swirling, creating white crests that carried away the silt, and then, driven by the great momentum of the world, it continued eastward, rushing into the sea.
However.
A thick index finger pointed forward.
The overall eastward momentum of the river instantly collapsed. All the streams seemed to have their own will, their own direction, flowing chaotically and aimlessly. Each stream fiercely collided with the others, and the river current resembled a pot of boiling water, with countless large fish thrashing within.
The faint sounds converged into thunderous roars.
"Is this the power of authority?"
Lan Jicai widened his eyes, recording meticulously even amidst his fear, continuing to let his imagination run wild, unable to suppress his questions.
What kind of authority is this?
What advancement and lineage does it correspond to?
