The waterfall at the Dragon Carp Falls roared like a captured beast, thousands of tons of water crashing down into the mist-shrouded basin below. To any ordinary cultivator, the pressure of the falling water alone would be enough to crush bone, but today, the waterfall itself seemed to recoil in fear.
A pillar of pure, unadulterated azure fire erupted from behind the curtain of water, vaporizing the liquid instantly and creating a tunnel of steam that stretched for miles.
From within that tunnel, a figure walked out. He walked on the air, his steps light but carrying the weight of a mountain.
Feng Xiao.
