I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1866 - 297: Nostalgia

Chapter 1866: Chapter 297: Nostalgia

Rivers also have life, yet the vast majority of people are unaware of this fact.

People believe rivers are eternal, enduring with heaven and earth, but in reality, rivers are more fragile than one might imagine.

The depletion of their sources, river rerouting, even the decrease in riverbank vegetation, all affect the longevity of rivers.

The way a river dies, seen from the sky looking down, resembles a vast and shriveled pocket; the sunken riverbed devoid of water, leaving only gash-like cracks arranged neatly where the deepest waterline should have been.

If such scars appeared on a person, it would be called a ghastly death, but when it happens to a river, no one would weep, much less mourn.

Perhaps people would feel reluctant, for it means they must relocate; what they are reluctant about is their homeland, not the river.

Yet rivers also possess life, just as people show signs of death, rivers do too, often more visibly.

But no one believes Lingjiang will die, even when its water level drops during the tidal rise, people still don’t think so.

Because now, Lingjiang is the largest tributary of Longjiang, unless Longjiang dries up, how could Lingjiang dry up?

But will Longjiang, stretching tens of thousands of miles across Longzhou, dry up? Clearly not.

So when the water level of Lingjiang fell, all the cities sent Wind Media to investigate the cause, and the method was quite similar, retracing to the source.

The drying of a river never appears suddenly; either a branch was carved out in the middle, or there was a problem at the source, following Lingjiang eastward would roughly reveal the issue.

Thus, these Wind Media from different factions unexpectedly all chose to move upstream of Lingjiang, and when they gathered at Longjiang’s breach, they finally understood the cause of Lingjiang’s water level drop.

Somehow, a large mountain had emerged here, a very tall and big mountain, blocking most of the breach.

Longjiang’s water couldn’t flow through, so wouldn’t the middle and lower reaches’ water levels fall?

For Wind Media skilled in intelligence analysis, the impact of this sudden mountain on Lingjiang is obvious, but what they want to know more is, where did this mountain come from, and how long will it be here?

Seeking out the mountain folk living near Longjiang for inquiries, as soon as this matter is mentioned, they become animated.

"Let me tell you, this mountain just suddenly grew!"

"Suddenly grew?"

"Yes, yes, without shaking or rocking, it just grew, in just a few days it became that tall!"

With eyes gleaming, speaking and gesturing simultaneously, the elder described the scene as if it were some divine miracle.

It’s understandable if grass or trees grow, but no one’s ever heard of a mountain growing like this.

This intelligence should naturally be worthless, so they sought out others for inquiries.

But without exception, all these mountain folk adamantly claimed that this mountain just grew, in just a few days!

Either these people have gone mad, or this world has.

If they were just ordinary Wind Media, then finding the reason for Lingjiang’s falling water would have concluded their task.

But those who came to the breach this time are all elite Wind Media from various cities.

So not only do they need to know the reason for Lingjiang’s falling water, but also the reason behind that reason.

After making rounds, even the most experienced Wind Media would feel stumped about how to record it.

It isn’t that they can’t write, the key is they can’t bring themselves to submit such intelligence that they themselves don’t believe.

Logically, they’ve recorded battlefields that could alter regional landscapes in one war.

But the scale of this mountain before them is truly different.

It’s a mountain so imposing that even standing miles away on the banks of Longjiang, it fills their sight, as if it has stood here since before heaven and earth existed.

Growing such a huge mountain in three days? Are you kidding me!

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The Wind Media’s astonishment is unknown to the instigator.

Because the one who did this, does not regard it as remarkable.

All the towering mountains and rivers in this world grow from beneath the ground, as long as one masters the rules controlling their growth, the task is accomplished.

If you view the land of Xiehe as a human body, then the mountains and rivers are its muscular bulges, and what determines whether these bulges rise and how much is not repeated exercises, but the inner meridians.

What are the meridians of the earth, at the deepest level it’s the core, though called the core, this core is far more immense than the understanding of a nuclear core.

Here rests the most fundamental rules of this Central Earth continent, with all energy emanating from this core, it’s like the heart, the brain of Xiehe.

And the brain’s commands must be transmitted via meridians, those responsible for channeling this power are the megaton heavy, firm beyond firmness veins of ore, acting as Xiehe’s meridians, they control the migration of earth and rocks, the assembly of land blocks.

The earth also moves, but its movement is too weighty and slow, making people think it never moves.

To many, the miracle of Longjiang is a mountain’s emergence, but to Tang Luo, it’s the validation of a hypothesis.

Validating his Divine Eye, now possessing the power to influence the deeper rules of Xiehe signifies that his understanding of this world has not strayed yet.

This is important because learning and imitation ultimately aim to acquire something of one’s own, and growing a mountain at the edge of a cliff was a trial made by Tang Luo.

Now it seems, this trial has succeeded, yet there’s still distance from the promise made to Mi Bai.

After raising a mountain from the ground, Tang Luo returned to the middle section of Lingjiang, where Xiling City once stood, now still a vast lake, the turbid river water obscuring the colors beneath.

Even with his sight, he could only vaguely perceive through the muddy waters.

The Lingjiang Plain, various martial arenas, Golden Avenue, the eastern and northern markets, Miaoyin Square, Tianxiang Building, Fengqing Alley, Star Pavilion, and the original site of the Sect Head’s residence moved with its foundation.

Tang Luo had always thought he felt no attachment to Xiling, but seeing these familiar streets buried in mud kept bringing a flood of memories.

The old and new overlapping in sight, now he understood that someone who has never left their hometown cannot know homesickness.

Only in losing do people realize the need to cherish.

Sighing and touching the water’s surface, Tang Luo spread his arms wide.

Realizing that he’s a nostalgic person gave him more confidence in what he’s about to do.

The silver wheels in his eyes spinning, Divine Light pierces through the waters, applying the separation rule of the Great Way, decomposing the vast river water into vast misty waves, with the city of Xiling as the center, a thousand-mile water area seemed boiling, white mist rises landward, surging majestically towards the celestial palace.

This scene astounded the moving clouds in all directions, the Lingjiang seven cities, every practitioner above the Fierce Realm felt it, stepping outside or rising into the air, gazing at this sacred scene with fear and awe in their hearts.