By all reason, the lake water should have been bone-chillingly cold.
Yet when Yang An entered the lake, he did not feel the slightest cold.
On the contrary, there was an inexplicable heat here, like the transition between spring and summer, the temperature gradually rising amid soundless stillness.
The farther down he went, the deeper and darker it became, and the higher the temperature rose.
This heat seemed capable of gradually muddling one's consciousness, like boiling a frog in warm water, yet there was nothing to be done about it.
But in the darkness below, Yang An discovered a faint glimmer of light, along with an extremely familiar aura.
It belonged to Gong Niang.
She was like a treasure sunk to the bottom of a lake, quietly waiting for someone to descend and uncover her.
Yang An sped up, plunging swiftly through the water as the heat he felt grew increasingly intense.
Who knew how much time passed? He drew closer and closer to Gong Niang's aura... closer and closer...
That faint glimmer seemed to be right before his eyes.
Tap~
A soft sound suddenly reached Yang An's ears, like the cracking of an eggshell.
At the same time, a ripple quietly spread out from the depths of the lake, passing through everything, including Yang An's body.
Yang An did not resist or make any move. His consciousness was becoming increasingly hazy, yet he clearly understood that this was the way to reach Gong Niang.
The ripple coming toward him carried no danger. It was more like a gentle spring breeze.
Tap—
In an instant, Yang An's feet suddenly touched solid ground, and he appeared somewhere unfamiliar.
Everything here was a vast expanse of white, with nothing at all in sight.
A trace of confusion appeared on Yang An's face,