“Run!!! Run!!”
“Is this real? I—I—I—I've already called the police!”
“A great calamity is coming! Run!!!”
“Run, streamer!!!”
After only a momentary pause, the overwhelming wave of comments almost covered the entire screen, but Wang Shuang was completely oblivious.
Her expression was blank, her mind a total void. She only felt her sixth sense screaming a frantic warning; the skin on the back of her neck prickled with stabs of pain, and her hair stood on end.
The surrounding cries, screams, the incessant blaring of car horns, and the roar of engines were all tangled together. Everyone stood frozen in place, staring blankly into the distance.
The pythons as thick as buckets were just the appetizers.
Behind them were one colossal animal after another, creatures that should only exist in movie special effects.
A river clam five meters in diameter had its shell wide open, its soft flesh slapping the water as it fled frantically.
A dark, iron-colored water buffalo the size of a truck, with three horns growing from its head, emerged halfway from the riverbed, letting out a series of hideous roars.
Behind it was a herd of slightly smaller water buffalo.
A giant soft-shell turtle the size of a small island paddled at high speed, its thick limbs churning up white spray several yards high.
The massive Iron Headed Dragon King rampaged through, the iron-spine-like joints on its back extended as it cut through the waves.
Countless floaters rose to the surface, bobbing up and down in the turbulent current.
A water bird half the height of a man let out a long cry, breaking the almost eerie silence.
Without exception, these things seemed to be driven by something. They actually blocked the path of the great waves, using their bodies to frantically slam against the low embankments along the shore, seemingly intending to use their flesh and blood to carve out a new water channel!
Countless loaches as thick as pythons surged in the lead to open the way. The herd of long-horned water buffalo followed immediately, using their heads to butt away countless boulders. Next came the white pythons spitting water and the giant clams crushing stones!
The tall red willows and poplars on the bank now crashed down one by one like harvested leeks!
The paved asphalt highway was as fragile as a piece of paper under such natural force.
The people on either side of the road were like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Silver River, gazing at each other from afar.
They stood on the roofs of their cars, watching with their own eyes as the horde of beasts crossed and the Yellow River was rerouted. Their brains had stopped thinking.
The fear of giant beasts embedded in human genes was awakened—a memory left from the era of slash-and-burn agriculture and living as primitives.
Run?
Run where?
What were these giant beasts hiding from?
And what were they afraid of?
What could make these monsters, which shouldn't even exist in reality, willing to be driven?
Everyone seemed to realize something. Their spines felt numb, as if an electric current were shooting straight to their skulls, and they trembled as they looked into the distance.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
The ground shook, and a vortex faintly surged in the center of the river far away.
“Moo—”
The leading long-horned water buffalo suddenly let out a long cry toward the sky, two long trails of white steam puffing from its nostrils, its expression filled with terror.
Crack, snap, splash!!
The sound of water slapping against the banks was incessant. Faint lightning seemed to surge at the horizon, and giant waves carrying yellow sand lunged onto the shores—
Hardly giving anyone time to react, accompanied by rolling silver lines, a giant wave several yards high rose from the center of the river. The sound was like thunder, spraying pearls and splashing jade like ten thousand horses falling silent. The crest of the wave carried a momentum that swept everything away, reaching them in the blink of an eye!
No one was typing in the livestream comments anymore.
The people present looked up.
They saw that atop the wave was the perpetrator of this surge: a crimson Yellow River carp several dozen meters long.
Its entire body was like a rosy sunset cloud, slowly emitting light, its tail like silk, shimmering with radiant colors.
On the fish's head, the shadow of a person could be faintly seen.
Wang Shuang did the boldest and most correct thing of her life.
She held up her phone, her hands trembling as she pointed the camera at the wave over ten meters high, focusing and zooming in.
Under the lens, there was a woman in green with fluttering robes, sitting at the fish's head with a Daoist boy. Her expression was indifferent, and a golden lotus was slowly blooming above her head, her entire body shimmering with golden light.
Beneath the towering giant wave was a face as calm as a still well.
Amidst her fluttering sashes was a posture as immovable as a mountain.
The woman seemed to sense something and glanced over lightly. Although there was a hint of a smile in her dark eyes, there was no ripple of emotion.
It was like she was looking at a flower, grass, a tree, or a stone found anywhere by the roadside.
It was as if all living beings in heaven and earth were no different in her eyes.
“Look!!”
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, using every ounce of strength they had:
“Look quickly!!”
As the tide passed, the two sides of the newly carved riverbed should have been a scene of early winter's withered yellow decay. But after the red fish passed, spring returned to the banks.
Willows sprouted branches, shrubs grew leaves, reeds took root, and grass turned evergreen.
Tender yellow willow leaves danced in the air, the green leaves of the poplars were a vibrant emerald, and the ground was covered in a gentle grass-green. Weeds like plantains, dandelions, white mugwort, and licorice poked out of the ground, standing proud against the cold.
It was as if a giant had taken a paintbrush and made a heavy green stroke on this yellow earth, carving out a jade belt of lush greenery.
The giant wave continued to extend until the crest was just a white line of water in the distance.
Wang Shuang finally knew what those fleeing monsters were afraid of.
The Great Xia myths from her childhood memories, told by the older generation, had fallen into reality in such a simple and direct way.
It brutally tore open the truth behind the world for all to see.
An immortal riding a fish, driving demons for a thousand miles.
The Yellow River rerouted, spring returning in winter.
There really were demons in the world.
And Great Xia really did have immortals.
She found it hard to breathe, feeling her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She etched the image of the immortal riding the fish into her mind, replaying it over and over.
The people around her, having survived the disaster, all collapsed to the ground as if their strength had been drained, looking at the river water that had cut the asphalt road in half with blank faces.
Everything had happened too fast; it was practically like a dream.
Only then did Wang Shuang remember something. She looked down at her livestream, which was already showing a black screen:
【Sorry, your livestream has experienced an abnormal surge in data and is temporarily banned. Please contact the background staff later to apply for unbanning.】
The final number of "viewers" displayed on the screen happened to stop at the terrifying figure of 2.15 million.
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The towering giant wave spread over a thousand miles in an instant. Several giant beasts had forcibly left a relatively straight new riverbed on the earth.
The Yellow River water followed it, rushing toward the flat and vast farmland. If seen from the sky, one would find the river water making a ninety-degree turn around the center of the river.
And in the very center of the river, a huge heavenly pit a hundred meters in diameter, filled with water, was revealed. The river water swirled with a bone-chilling cold, gushing out accompanied by bursts of strange wind.
The Yellow River rerouted, spring returning in winter.
Such a wonder.
It was actually created by a single person.
What a magnificent power.
Qin Yue stood in the barren center of the river, looking at the heavenly pit that led to the secret realm, unable to stop her heart from trembling.
Just what was Ma Guniang's cultivation level?
As far as she knew, there were currently 1,341 registered practitioners in the official records, and not one of them had the strength to reroute the Yellow River.
—Of course, that Mountain Lord of Nanyun in the southwest didn't count.
As for the spiritual energy Ma Guniang released while casting her spell, it had directly soaked the two banks, creating a wonder of spring returning to the earth in the middle of winter!
She had heard that Longhu Mountain had once returned to spring overnight, but that wasn't the work of one person; it was due to the surge of a spiritual pulse.
But Ma Guniang simply felt that demon beasts were fleeing from the secret realm and the water channel was hidden deep underground, making it inconvenient for her to pick medicinal herbs in the future, so she casually created a new riverbed.
Moving mountains and creating seas in an instant—these were the methods of an immortal from myth and legend.
Qin Yue looked at the red and blue police lights flashing nearby and the large number of military trucks entering the scene, and she couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
It seemed that Great Xia could no longer hide the matter of the Spiritual Resurgence.
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