1091 This Is the Mortal Realm (2/2)

When future travelers walked into the dark history with lanterns, the light would illuminate the darkness. Their spirit would be like countless shining stars, inspiring the later generations.

Qin Mu didn't stop walking as the long roar of an ancient god traveled from the darkness. The divine mountains in the distance looked like giant beasts lying prone in the dark.

From the darkness, a half-god seemed to have discovered him and cried out, ”Celestial Venerable Mu—”

Qin Mu was stunned. Only then did he realize he was still wearing the face of Mu Qing.

He avoided the half-gods who were trying to hunt him, changing his form and making himself look like a half-god.

He walked from night to dawn, from day to night again, gradually nearing the territories of the human race.

Early one morning, he came to the territories of the human race in the Dragon Han Era. The sun poured down, shining on his worn and weary face.

He revealed a smile as he saw people cultivating the farmland. In the village not far away, there were divine arts practitioners teaching children how to open the divine treasures to become warriors.

In the distance, there were human cities. The hardworking merchants were already embarking on their journeys, planning to head towards the nearby cities of other Postcelestial races to trade.

It was a peaceful place. There was smoke rising from the village as people lived in prosperity and contentment.

Qin Mu put away the lantern, smiling as he walked towards the rising sun.

Suddenly, the sky shook violently. People looked up in panic, staring blankly at the sky.

Qin Mu looked up and saw the sloping celestial river looking like a huge white python hanging in the sky, shaking violently as it fell towards the Primordial Realm!

'The geographical flow of the celestial river has changed…'

Qin Mu was at a loss. The celestial river originally flowed from Xuandu to the Four Extreme Heavens, and then from the East Pole towards the Primordial Realm. After passing through the celestial heavens, it entered the sky of the Primordial Realm.

The tributaries of the river ran through many heavens of the Primordial Realm, flowing out of these heavens to come together.

This big river that ran through the universe drifted through the sky in the Primordial Realm, transforming into the ghost river as it cut through Youdu, and pouring into the Ruins of End.

And now, as the celestial heavens rose in the air, it changed the flow of the celestial river!

The celestial river fell from the sky and was about to crash into the ground.

The celestial river flowing on the ground was the Surging River of the future!

However, the fall of the celestial river might bring about catastrophic disasters to the people living there!

A flood that engulfed heaven and earth would destroy everything there!

Without thinking, Qin Mu gave out a roar as his corporeal body expanded, transforming into his three-headed, six-armed form, his gigantic body covered with muscles. He leaped into the air, charging towards the falling celestial river!

Boom!

The celestial river fell on him, its boundless power pressing on his shoulder. Qin Mu's vital qi radiated as it engulfed thousands of miles of the celestial river. He was trying his best to prevent the river from falling.

However, the celestial river that was confined between heaven and earth had already lost its shackles. As all its weight crashed down, it pressed upon him until his bones cracked, contorting his spine and steadily pushing his body downwards.

Qin Mu roared with all his might. The muscles under his skin swelled, his big tendons becoming tighter. His six arms held up the celestial river, like a giant carrying a blue sky, his skin being blown off bit by bit.

Suddenly, from the human territories, gods from the human race rushed to the sky, each holding up a section of the celestial river. The image of their rising bodies looked like beams of light.

The pressure on Qin Mu was greatly weakened. Despite the help from the gods of the human race, it was still difficult to support the weight of the celestial river. This big river continued to push them steadily downwards.

Finally, Qin Mu's feet touched the ground, sinking deep into it. He looked at those who were stunned by the scene and cried, ”Quick, run—”