The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1304 575: One Ordinary Galaxy

Rushing out of the Second Holy Temple, facing the spectacle before them, the remaining twenty thousand powerful beings had no choice but to halt.

"What is this?" The crowd wore expressions of surprise and doubt.

Before them lay not a path paved with stars but a river, exceptionally beautiful, moonlit in hue.

Yang Qinglan took a single glance, and, faster than the other powerful beings, comprehended the essence of the river: "A river formed by the gathering of starlight."

A star monkey flicked its finger, sending a mote of starlight spiraling forth, transforming into a clone, charging onto the river of starlight.

The clone, immensely powerful, could pick stars and snatch moons as a trivial matter, yet upon reaching the river of starlight, lost all mana.

"Splash!"

The clone fell into the river, causing the powerful beings present to blanch.

The star monkey, carrying a blood-stained golden mace, couldn't help but frown, but fortunately, the clone was not drowned and swam mightily in the river of starlight, soon disappearing in the vast midst of it.

The other powerful beings also sent out their clones one after the other.

Without exception, all lost their abilities, plummeting into the river as if mere mortals.

Someone attempted to act, wielding power capable of annihilating a constant star, but upon nearing the river of starlight, it turned into a fine rain of starlight, descending into the river.

Even the Heavenly Will was powerless against this river.

This caused all the powerful beings to turn pale.

What is the Heavenly Will? The decree of heaven, apart from the Heavenly Will itself, nothing can defy the Heavenly Will, even Chaos can be resisted.

Yet now, there appears a river untouchable by the Heavenly Will.

"Could it be some form of Heavenly Will?" someone murmured.

The Heavenly Will related to starlight is limitless, and at this moment, the crowd cannot determine it.

Li Changzhou seemed pensive, having recently encountered something that the Heavenly Will could not overcome—Heavenly Tribulation.

The serene and magnificent river of starlight before them lacked the slightest aura of violent destruction, resembling the most uncontentious place in the world, and was unlikely to be a Heavenly Tribulation, perhaps a "Heavenly Object" of the same magnitude.

He suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Turquoise Pool asked him, seeing him smile, and she couldn't help but smile too.

Yang Qinglan, standing by, also quietly revealed a smile.

The combatants nearby took notice—watching for any expression of change was even more cautious than reading opponents' faces in a card game.

Interception of voice transmission, synchronous mental communication, and various means were employed, akin to a rain of arrows.

Li Changzhou chuckled, "We agreed that after achieving saint position, we would roam the cosmos and see the splendid galaxies; actually, why wait to achieve saint position? This journey itself is a scenery."

Damn this scenery!

Those expecting him to have some insight were cursing inwardly, listening intently only to receive such an answer!

Upon reflection, they had been fighting in bloody seas over mountains of corpses, while this fellow was enjoying romance with his two wives!

Turquoise Pool, understanding the minds of people well, instantly felt the "anger" in everyone's hearts and couldn't help but laugh like a young girl.

Yang Qinglan paid no mind to the outside world, gazing at the river of starlight, saying, "It truly is a beautiful sight; if we could float upon it, it would certainly be exhilarating."

"Alright, you two immortal lovers," teased Turquoise Pool, "let's think about how to cross the river first."

The powerful beings continued to attempt, some turning heavenly devices into boats and others suddenly acting, knocking another person into the river.

Through testing, this is just a "common" river; any transcendent entity entering the river's realm becomes 'ordinary.'

Even heavenly devices were no exception, yet they could still maintain their "most stable" state.

As for the clones, once entering the galaxy, they lost contact with the main body and, though continuing to swim towards the river's end following the main body's will, were no longer visible.

In the vast galaxy, no end in sight, and the location of the third holy temple was unknown.

Bang!

A true dragon leaped down.

In an instant, all its abilities vanished, and the Holy Dragon Blood disappeared, turning it into a three-zhang azure dragon with intelligence but no extraordinariness.

"Boom!" With the waves of starlight surging, it flowed downstream quickly disappearing from sight.

Even Li Changzhou was taken aback, unable to help but admire the unwavering courage of the true dragon.

The powerful beings present feared not death, but they also considered what was worth dying for—for saint position, for the natural way of the Dao, deaths would be without regret, but if it was just dying in an unknown star-lit river, none were willing.

"What a true dragon!" the powerful beings exclaimed, in awe.

This true dragon was wildly arrogant, regarded no one but a few, and had not avoided multiple sieges along the way; its power invoked fear, yet its leap earned respect.

"How can we be weaker than a true dragon!" A Peach God swung its sleeve, tossing out a leaf-like boat, elegantly stepping onto it, vanishing from sight in an instant.

"Wonderful!" The star monkey, carrying the golden mace, jumped into the river.

Even though his arms were long and slender, though he became "ordinary," he still moved swiftly as lightning.

The masses from across the universe were puzzled; to top-tier heavenly position powerful beings, swimming was too undignified, at least proceed by boat like the Peach God, right?

But to a monkey who had practiced cultivation for endless years, what was dignity? Returning to simplicity in the great road, at this moment, swimming swiftly was dignity.

That was more important than anything.

"Splash!" Another alien powerhouse jumped into the river.

There were also races accustomed to swimming that threw out boats.

Soon, descending into the river was no longer about having courage but anxiety that early initiators might gain the creation first.

"Let us go as well," said Yang Qinglan.

She tossed out a Ruyi, which, long and slender, transformed to the size of a small boat before landing in the river.

The three of them stood on it, their sleeves fluttering, seemingly about to ride the wind across the moonlit galaxy.

"If saint positions were assigned by appearances, the King of Black Fog and his two wives would definitely be on the list!"

"Aside from those without a single hair on their heads, still hoping to become saints by appearances?"

"Short front limbs, not a single sharp claw among ten fingers, can such oddities still be considered handsome or beautiful?"