And the river screamed.
Not in sound—but in existence.
The waters twisted like beasts being torn apart, howling in agony, as a sword's will—descended upon it.
KRA-BOOM!
The river parted.
Split down its ancient belly like a divine kunpeng.
Two titanic walls of water surged skyward, roaring like imprisoned dragons set free.
And between it all?
A five-meter-wide path carved through the depths—black stone glistening below, revealed like the riverbed had offered itself in surrender.
"MOVE!"
Su Xiaobai's voice echoed shattering their awe filled faces.
Them — frozen mid-breath, hypnotized by the impossible.
Then they moved.
Su Yiran was the first.
She dashed forward, her feet touching the black path like she was skating across frozen moonlight.
Long Yushen followed, his blade drawn, icy walls rising behind him, spun from Su Yiran's frost Qi—each slab of ice freezing the river's edge as crocodilian demons crashed into it, hissing, trapped.
ZAP—BOOM!
Beibei descended.
