The branch of the Nether River that had appeared out of nowhere slowly retreated towards the glorious part of the sea after he tore his gaze from it, as if it was going to return to its origin now that it had lost his attention.

Nie Tian felt an internal struggle.

The Nether River had been the Phantasms’ most mysterious asset since ancient times. Its value far exceeded that of the Book of Spirits.

For Phantasms, nothing could match the Nether River’s ...