Qianye turned toward the direction of the call and flew over. The summoning gave him an inherent feeling of familiarity.

It was just that he couldn’t reach the source of that call even after flying endlessly. He couldn’t figure out whether he had actually moved because there was nothing to reference in this endless void.

All he could do was keep flying with all his might.

As time went on, even this incorporeal consciousness began to feel some exhaustion. Qianye suddenly noticed a pair of giant golden eyes slowly open. The eyes merely shot him a glance, but that was enough to send his world spinning. The scenery before him had changed completely when he regained control.

Before him was a raging river. He could not tell whence this giant river stemmed from or where it went; all he knew was that the source of the summoning call came from upstream.

With this thought, Qianye flew along the river.

This time, he knew he...