The Imperial Physicians hastily summoned in a panic were, of course, of no use.
Feng Jiuwu wanted to truly escape the death calamity, relying not on the Imperial Physicians, but on himself and the Primordial Spirit of Qing Yu lurking in his Sea of Consciousness.
At this moment, within Feng Jiuwu's Sea of Consciousness, a long river of Human Dao began to spread.
Plowing with blades and kindling with fire, fighting against fate, battling Exotic Beasts... The history of the Human Race unfolded along this long river, depicting ten thousand years of glory.
But Feng Jiuwu was unmoved by these glories and held no reverence for the forebears because he knew this river had come for his life.
If he allowed the river to erode him, perhaps Feng Jiuwu would still live, but the persona of Feng Jiuwu would be gone forever.
The river surged more turbulently, and a giant wave rose, from which a figure in hemp garments, seeming archaic, walked out.
