Song of the River of Oblivion
Prologue: The Eternal River Locks the Mortal Realm
On the Forgotten River Continent, the path to immortality stretches into the vast unknown, while ten thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.
A mighty river more than a thousand miles wide came rushing down from the clouds of the Ninth Heaven. Like a colossal green dragon spanning heaven and earth, it cut through the continent from north to south, splitting this boundless land in two. It was called the River of Oblivion.
No one knew where it began, and no one had ever seen where it ended.
There was once a great cultivator who had reached the Deity Transformation Realm, utterly consumed by the mysteries of heaven and earth. He heard that the river’s source concealed secrets from the dawn of creation. So he spent his entire fortune crafting a Voidbreaking Ark that could pierce ten thousand miles of astral winds, then used his life-bound treasure to stabilize his fate. Without hesitation, he flew toward the place everyone believed to be the river’s source.
That day, cultivators of every race across the continent waited eagerly, hoping the great cultivator would return with earth-shattering revelations.
Spring turned to autumn, and cold gave way to heat. Three full years passed in a flash.
Just as people were about to forget him, he staggered out of a swirling white mist aboard his battered Voidbreaking Ark. When he finally saw his old acquaintances again, the once proud cultivator who had looked down upon the world had turned completely white-haired and white-bearded, his eyes unfocused. He could only murmur the same words over and over: “Endless mist, endless river… beyond the source, there is still another source…”
With that, his spiritual meridians shattered, and he died seated aboard the ark.
From then on, the legends of the River of Oblivion grew ever more mysterious and uncanny, becoming an instinctive source of reverence for every living being on the continent.
Everyone knew that the River of Oblivion churned year-round, its turbid waves surging skyward. At their highest, the waves could reach a hundred zhang, and their roaring waters could be heard clearly a hundred miles away. Stranger still,
Although the plot is slow, it is fascinating and makes you want to stop. However, the subject matter is too old and the characters' experiences are inconsistent. For example, the parents are ordinary at first and die for unknown reasons at the end? …