The waters of the Heavenly River flowed unceasingly, yet Ye Yu stood still.

Some things were not exclusive to Jiang Yun’s understanding.

Ye Yu, too, could figure them out.

Previously, when he was in the mortal realm, his suicidal forbidden arts were akin to a dimensional strike for cultivators.

Unless one’s cultivation was far above Ye Yu’s, they would certainly face death.

However, upon arriving in the Celestial Realm, everything felt different.

Forbidden arts from the mortal realm ultimately had limited power here.

Attempting to kill high-realm celestials now felt somewhat inadequate.

Still, the destructive side effects of the Disaster …