The surface of Red Lake was shrouded in mist.
A small boat slowly emerged from the fog.
At the center of the lake sat a burly figure clad in steel armor.
"If you needed something, you could have simply sent a spiritual message..."
Jia Wei opened his eyes and looked at the small boat entering the lake's center. In a gentle tone, he said, "Why come here in person?"
"Saint Adjudicator."
Yao Jin propped himself up with a bamboo pole and chuckled softly. "I wanted to try... to see whether I could reach the 'lake center' while rowing a boat."
The Light Aura here was incomparably dense. The so-called mist was actually formed from source essence.
The entire City of Light had been built around Red Lake.
It showed just how extraordinary this place was, how profound its blessings ran.
Advancing through Red Lake was no easy task. Rather than calling the City of Light a miracle, it was more accurate to say that this boundless Red Lake was the true miracle. The God of Light's Throne cultivated in seclusion at the far end of the lake, and the power of the Fire Seed permeated its surface. Every transcendent who could set foot upon Red Lake was someone recognized by "Light."
The deeper one went, the closer one was to the Light Aura.
Those harboring evil or impure thoughts found it difficult to advance.
Those whose spirits were not sufficiently pure or focused also found it difficult to advance.
All sorts of rules and restrictions meant that outsiders could usually only admire the lake from boats. Even so, near the lake center, there was still an immense resistance... This resistance did not come from the outside world, but from within one's heart.
If one's mind was not strong enough,
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