Very soon, he arrived beside the Cold Pool.
Aside from the temperature being even lower than before, there was nothing else amiss, and those threads of cold air were blocked by Xiao Er's Body-Protecting Spirit Light. He was, in the end, a Spirit Division Stage cultivator; the magical power in his body was quite dense and profound.
Seeing that there were no other changes, Xiao Er let out a breath of relief. Then, after a brief hesitation, he released his divine sense. If there were any treasures around here, they were most likely in this Cold Pool. Since he had been teleported to this place, he naturally had to search it thoroughly.
His divine sense, of course, could not compare with Lin Xuan's. However, there was not the slightest problem in exploring the Cold Pool before him. Yet just at that moment, a sudden change arose.
Boom!
The originally calm pool water suddenly shot up into the sky.
Snow-white spray mingled with strands of cold air, abruptly rising more than a hundred zhang high.
The change came in a rush, and Xiao Er could not help but freeze for a moment, but though startled, he did not fall into confusion. Although he had never entered Lingbo Valley before, he had heard others speak of both the benefits and dangers of this place.
Within this mysterious space, there were countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but its dangers were also too many to count.
Fortune was where disaster leaned, and disaster was where fortune lay in Submission. Benefits and dangers had always been born together and accompanied each other.
As a Spirit Division Stage old monster, which of them had not experienced countless storms of blood and gore? How could a trifling little change possibly frighten him?
His figure flashed, and