Primordial Spirit Realm Cultivators Are Fearless

The Yellow River of Nine Winds flowed at an incredible speed. The white froth washed over the riverbank.

The sound of the water disturbed the quiet peace of the surroundings. It was like a melodious melody that made everyone daydream.

At that moment, a man holding a gourd and wine pot was walking on the river.

He looked drunk and seemed as though he would fall into the river at any moment.

He took a big swig of the wine and exclaimed at how good it was.

He staggered and fell into the river.

With a splash, he was submerged in the water.

Under the water, Si Cheng descended rapidly and passed through sand and mud. He arrived in front of a palace.

There was a vortex here, and he was instantly sucked into it.

He fell heavily to the ground.

After a long time, he stood up and patted his clothes clean.

There was not a single drop of water on him.

There was no sand in the river.