The Boundless Yellow Springs-I Cannot Turn Back

In an instant, the mirror-still sea, murky yellow with a faint dark-golden sheen, suddenly seemed to boil. Countless gaunt, grotesque, terrifying monsters churned and struggled atop the boiling waters, trying to rush out.

Malice gathered into a torrent and crashed toward Qin Yang on the shore.

Qin Yang stood motionless like a boulder, forcibly enduring the impact without even blinking.

Last time, he had still needed the Halo Set to offer a little resistance. This time, however, the first thing that met the malice flooding into his mind was the White Jade Divine Gate.

The White Jade Divine Gate stood firm and unmoving, effortlessly blocking all that malice outside.

The Yellow Springs was not so easy to cross, much less this Yellow Springs water vein, which was no particularly small tributary.

Having once fallen into the Burial River, Qin Yang understood this well. The larger the water vein, the stronger its power. The Burial River he had first encountered had not even counted as a tributary; at most, it had been some stray Burial River water that had flowed elsewhere.

The ones he encountered later had only been small streams at most, which was why he had been able to gradually adapt instead of being trapped to death in the Burial River.

But this Yellow Springs tributary before him was clearly far larger and more complete. Most importantly, there was also a ferryman here.

Standing on the shore was one thing. If he fell into the Yellow Springs, the torrent of malice rushing at him would increase by hundreds or even thousands of times at the very least.

The statue Qin Yang had thrown out turned into an afterimage and shot into the depths of the Yellow Springs. After flying several miles, countless ghostly creatures in the Yellow Springs forcibly