Chapter 789: The Distance of a Heavenly Chasm (2/2, please subscribe)

The crowd turned back in terror, only to see a massive shadow descending from the night sky with the momentum to obliterate heaven and earth, scaring them all until their faces were ashen and every last hope was extinguished.

At the same time, a thousand-meter-long blood-colored greatsword slashed toward the river's surface.

Around Fang Yue and the others, the river's surface—everywhere the eye could see—suddenly rippled densely, then began bubbling furiously like boiling water.

It was as if this sword, before even arriving, had evaporated the waters of Han Jiang…

No! That's not it!

Fang Yue's eyes went wide.

Because he discovered that as the river boiled and bubbles erupted wildly, the enormous shadow hanging overhead was visibly shrinking at a frantic pace!

The thousand-meter blood-colored greatsword had already melted away by more than half before it even reached Han Jiang!

Like a sword severed by melting, only the final half remained, and it came crashing down heavily onto the river's surface.

Whoosh—

After an earth-shattering explosion that nearly pierced the eardrums.

From the wharf as the starting point to a region nearly five hundred meters out on the river as the endpoint—where the broken sword had struck—the river water actually split in two! Revealing riverbed reefs and land of varying heights!

In an instant, the river surged, waves churning.

The entire river surface rose and fell, heaving tumultuously.

And this surging current pushed the great ship—which had not been caught in the broken sword's path—toward the depths of Han Jiang like a helping hand, and combined with its already accelerating speed, the great ship soon fled into the distance.

Standing at the stern, Fang Yue stared fixedly at the situation behind them.

He didn't know what this sword represented, but he remembered that when the black-robed man saw the result of this strike, his face had cycled through surprise, shock, astonishment, and finally transformed into an expression of utter ecstasy—as if even he himself had never imagined this sword could achieve such an effect!

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! So it turns out the gap between me and that heavenly chasm isn't that great after all!"

Glancing at the fleeing ship, the black-robed man barely thought before raising his sword once more.

A second blood-colored longsword condensed in the air, piercing straight through the clouds.

The black-robed man silently calculated the distance in his mind.

With this strike, combined with the previous five-hundred-meter vacuum zone unaffected by Han Jiang, it would be enough to reach the gradually retreating ship!

"This will work—this sword will take his life!"

Where his previous sword had struck, the surging waters of Han Jiang were isolated as if encountering a barrier, forming a vacuum zone.

Gazing at the bizarre spectacle ahead, the black-robed man was beside himself with excitement, his face bearing an expression of some inexplicable significance—like the thrill of challenging the supreme existence—as he swung the sword down.

Crack!

The moment this sword slashed down from thin air, the worn sword snapped clean in two.

The blood-colored greatsword overhead also dissipated into the air along with it.

The black-robed man froze for a moment, as if sensing something, and suddenly looked down.

A red line eerily surfaced across his chest.

Before he could react, blood sprayed wildly from the red line, and his upper and lower halves gradually separated.

The black-robed man's eyes went wide with terror; he hastily produced a rusted iron nail and drove it directly into his own forehead.

As blood sprayed from his forehead, his body seemed to freeze solid, and his originally separating torso was forcibly held still at this moment.

The black-robed man gasped for breath, trembling all over, and looked ahead with his soul still unsettled.

He saw that in the area where the vacuum zone had been carved out, the waters of Han Jiang broke through some kind of restriction with a rushing sound, rushing in to fill the gap, even stirring up thousand-meter-high monstrous waves that crashed onto Hanjiang Wharf, completely engulfing the black-robed man.

With a start, the black-robed man was so frightened he collapsed to the ground, then turned and scrambled away on all fours—but was still completely swallowed by the waters of Han Jiang, as if taking a river bath in the floodwaters. When the waves receded, the black-robed man was drenched from head to toe, curled up, hugging his knees as he lay on the ground at Hanjiang Wharf, shivering uncontrollably.

And all around him, on the ground of Hanjiang Wharf, tiny blood-colored eyes slowly opened on the damp wooden planks!

Countless, densely packed little blood-colored eyes emerged one after another, blooming like flowers, centered on the black-robed man!

In an instant, at every spot, every detail of Hanjiang Wharf, everywhere one looked, there were nothing but densely packed little blood-colored eyes—and wherever those eyes looked, they all pointed in unison toward the black-robed man's position.

Squelch!!

The red line on his chest, which had already stilled, suddenly sprayed fresh blood once more.

The rusted iron nail in his forehead disintegrated particle by particle into dust and scattered away.

The black-robed man was so terrified he went rigid all over, his face filled with dread and despair, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

"Transcendence-level… the gap between me and this heavenly chasm is still this vast…"

As his words fell, with a bang, his entire body suddenly exploded, becoming a shower of blood that rained down.

With the black-robed man's death, the eyes at Hanjiang Wharf slowly closed and vanished.

But not long after… at a certain distance from Hanjiang Wharf, in the stretch of Bing Xue Sen Lin in the direction the black-robed man had come from, on an old snow-white tree, a single blood-colored little eye slowly emerged and opened.

And the same phenomenon occurred on other great trees throughout Bing Xue Sen Lin.

The blood-colored eyes… were spreading outward! Disseminating like a virus into the distance!

Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

When the black-robed man's subordinates hurried to Hanjiang Wharf, all they found was a ground covered in blood, along with a broken sword that proved his identity, and a black handkerchief of unknown origin.

"Lord Qi, Lord Tao Zi he…"

"Shut up!"

Lord Qi's fingertips repeatedly traced the patterns on the sword sheath he wore. Gazing at the blood on the ground, his expression was complex. Finally, his gaze slowly lifted, looking toward the unfathomable, boundless, mysterious Han Jiang.

"Use the Magic Box to send the item back to the Master. Don't ask anything else."

"…Yes!"

"Also, everyone retreat immediately, erase all traces. The mission has failed."

"Yes!"

Lord Qi made his judgment decisively, appearing calm and steady on the surface.

But the shock in his heart was truly no less than that of any other team member.

Because the fallen Lord Tao Zi was, legend has it… a Rain-level powerhouse!

A Rain-level… that was a Rain-level! Such a powerhouse dying in a place like this… this was a situation no one had ever imagined!

Han Jiang… Transcendence-level Weird…

Why be so reckless, why challenge that thing? That heavenly moat is not something one can simply touch! It's simply seeking death!

But after Lord Qi stared at Han Jiang for quite a while, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Between myself and that heavenly moat… just how big is the gap?

Should I… make a move and test it once?

"Lord Qi? Lord Qi! Lord Qi!"

His body swayed, and only then did Lord Qi suddenly come to his senses. Like waking from a nightmare, he gasped for air several times, drenched in cold sweat all over, leaving his nearby subordinates utterly bewildered.

They… seemed to have all been unaffected by Han Jiang's strange influence…

Lord Qi immediately understood—this was a bewitchment aimed at the strong!

But very quickly, a needle-like pain suddenly flashed through his mind. Fragments of scenes flashed rapidly through his brain, squeezing out the previous thoughts until they were completely forgotten.

(End of this chapter)