Chapter 2447: Chapter 85: The Blood of the Human Race Forms the Boundary River (Part 2)

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.

This person seemed just like an ordinary young man, with plain looks, even somewhat dull and clumsy. He wore a simple plain Confucian scholar’s robe, lacking charisma, but carrying a gentle demeanor.

Yet, being able to appear here at this time in this manner, how could he be ordinary?

He first greeted Si Yu’an, politely and cautiously: "Master of the Archive, what is the situation here?"

Si Yu’an smiled bitterly: "Mr. Chen, I just arrived too."

Dressed as a Confucian scholar, respected by Si Yu’an as a teacher, and bearing the surname Chen, his identity was evident.

Who else could it be but the Dean of Twilight Drum Academy, Chen Pu?

Jiang Wang curiously observed the great scholar who wrote "Facing the trials of life and death, never turned back; the world’s transcendent has an absolute summit," only to feel a gentleman as pure as jade, with no trace of overbearing aura.

Even though he stood at the pinnacle of the transcendent, no ordinary person would feel any pressure because of him.

The term ’spring breeze caressing the face’ likely describes the feeling he imparts.

If Wang Changxiang Senior had survived, he might have grown into such a refined character too.

Chen Pu sighed: "The scale of disturbances in Saint Water this time far surpasses normal. I had to come personally; otherwise, I would struggle to sleep at ease."

"I just received a message," Si Yu’an said. "It states that in the past century, no peak has surpassed this."

The True Monarch’s methods are indeed extraordinary.

Jiang Wang, carried along by him, had no idea when he received the information.

Chen Pu slightly furrowed his brow: "Is Sect Master Huo inside?"

Of course, he referred to the Sect Master of Blood River Sect, known as True Monarch Xuehe, whose real name is Huo Shiji.

Si Yu’an replied: "I haven’t found him yet; he must have ventured deep."

Chen Pu nodded and looked at Jiang Wang: "Is this young friend a newly accepted disciple by Master Si?"

Si Yu’an laughed: "I’d like to, but he wouldn’t consider such an old sect."

He pointed at me again? Who exactly holds grudges?

Jiang Wang pretended not to hear and stepped forward to pay respects: "Junior Jiang Wang from Qi; upon hearing of Saint Water’s disturbances, I asked True Monarch Si to bring me along to contribute, though in a modest way."

"Remarkable youth," praised Chen Pu, then said, "The situation is urgent, Master of the Archive, please!"

Although the renowned Marquis Wu’an of Daqi was unfamiliar to him, buried in classics in the academy usually, barely concerned with worldly matters. Had it not been for the disturbances this time, he wouldn’t have left his retreat.

His commendation, though simple, would never feel perfunctory, carrying a genuine emotion within. He was truly pleased with the young man’s promise.

Si Yu’an also said "Please," and the two Yan Dao experts ventured into the depths of Saint Water.

In a sea of fleeting light, uniform landscapes passed swiftly before their eyes.

Despite traveling with two contemporary True Monarchs, Jiang Wang did not feel at ease. On the contrary, his sense of danger intensified.

Although they were in a perilous land like Saint Water, with Master of the Sword Pavilion Si Yu’an, Dean of Twilight Drum Academy Chen Pu, and not to mention Blood River Sect’s True Monarch Xuehe Huo Shiji, three True Monarchs were present!

Thinking deeply, what kind of place, what kind of danger warranted the hurried gathering of three contemporary True Monarchs?

Upon brief reflection, it sent chills down the spine.

Sword light flashed across ten thousand miles, swiftly crossing the Blood River.

Familiar Saint Water once again met Jiang Wang’s gaze.

The negative emotions here were overwhelmingly dense.

The sensations of Saint Water were far vaster than the sea.

At this moment, it almost felt "crowded."

The sky met the water, while turbid waves surged.

Amidst the complexly hued tides, terrifying creatures of varied appearances floated and sank. Every nightmare tale of the human world, at this moment, walked into reality.

There were human-faced wolf spiders, blood-faced dwarfs, snake-haired beauties.

Flying, leaping, crying, growling; lamenting songs bleeding, mournful voices striking drums.

It filled the vision, invading the senses.

More frighteningly, the power of these creatures surpassed the Divine Arrival Layer!

Jiang Wang felt as if he returned to the Mountain and Sea Realm, no, more terrifying than the foreign beasts of Mountain and Sea.

For the power of a deity was merely their foundational level.

In this congregation of terrifying creatures, there were some possessing Dongzhen level power. Even...

The gigantic shadow far off, connecting heaven and sea, evidently wielded Yan Dao’s might!

This creature’s upper body was human-shaped, muscles like mountain ranges, tendons like giant pythons. It bore six arms of different colors, each holding a weapon: a knife, fork, club, mace, axe, and whip, swirling in a storm, shaking heaven and earth.

Yet above the neck was a skull.

Only bones, no flesh.

Mountains of maggots, traversing back and forth in hollow eye sockets.

Its lower half was a snake tail as thick as a mountain peak, with vile moss-like green stripes on the black python body, nauseating to behold.

A blood-red Daoist robe-clad Yan Dao expert was battling it.