Jiang Wang understood.
It's people.
It's countless cultivators, like Si Yu'an, like himself, who upon hearing of Saint Water's disturbances, would draw their swords and rush forth.
The blood of the Human Race forms the Boundary River, the seas of people form the Boundary Sea, human bones form the dykes.
Though Saint Water spans tens of thousands of years, it shall never enter the human world!
Jiang Wang pressed his hand against his longsword, reflecting on the past and present, feeling his heart surge with emotion.
Throughout tens of thousands of years, those who protected the human world were truly heroes in action!
As the two conversed, Si Yu'an suddenly turned his head.
Jiang Wang followed his gaze and saw a gradually solidifying figure appearing in the sky above the Blood River beneath the black clouds.
