Even a True Saint would die if they fell in? After hearing that, Mechanical Xiao's limbs went weak. It was terrified and hastily backed away several steps.
Wang Xuan was also alarmed, staring ahead.
The black cosmic vortex was vast, cold, and unfathomably deep. Its end could not be seen as it turned soundlessly, as though it could devour all things, all spirits, and all worlds.
"Come, you two should try your luck as well. Who knows, you might hook something." Gu Jin was quite easygoing, beckoning Wang Xuan and Mechanical Xiao over and having Jin Chao give them fishing rods.
Beyond the 36th Heaven, the land was exceedingly desolate, with boundless frozen earth. The presence of such an enormous mysterious vortex here truly inspired awe, leaving one lost in thought and unable to stop imagining things.
Wang Xuan sat beside Gu Jin. Though he was not a professional fisherman, his movements were equally practiced, for he had cast rods plenty of times in the past. The black hook was extremely sharp and blended perfectly into the vortex's color.
The hook sliced through the darkness and underwent a violent transformation, instantly becoming enormous, like an anchor cast from a giant ship at sea. It sped away and gradually vanished.
Mechanical Xiao was startled. After casting its hook, it experienced the same thing. Not only was there something unusual about the hook, even the fishing line had been formed from the Dao resonance of rules.
Otherwise, how could ordinary fishing gear fish here?
"A True Saint once set out from here, traveling all the way to explore and trace the other end of the vortex. But after journeying for some time, he gradually perished, and the soul lamp he left behind went out," Gu Jin told them.
It was hard to