Mo Lin led Cai Lin, their figures like phantoms as they slipped through the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan's supposedly impregnable defenses.
The Dou Zun-level guards lurking in the shadows, along with the energy-sensing barriers spread throughout the area, were utterly meaningless before the absolute gap in their strength. Within a few breaths, they had reached the bottom of the abyss, where Ancient Yin Cold Qi pervaded the air.
The view suddenly opened up, only to be instantly swallowed by utter darkness. A boundless black lake lay silently deep within the earth. Its waters were not ordinary black, but a Void Black that seemed capable of absorbing all light. Staring at it for too long made even one's soul feel dizzy, as though it might be dragged inside.
The terrifying Yin Cold Qi was not still. Like a living tide, it spread from the lake in wave after wave. Wherever it passed, faint wrinkles appeared in space itself, signs of spatial distortion caused by the extreme cold. This was the core of the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan's forbidden land—the Nine Nether Yellow Springs.
"The Yin cold here is already close to Law Origin..." Strange light flickered continuously in Cai Lin's beautiful eyes. The stirring deep within her Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python Bloodline had never been so intense.
This horrifying environment, capable of freezing even high-level Dou Zuns to death, was like a clear oasis spring to a traveler in the desert. Every cell in her body seemed to be cheering.
Mo Lin swept his gaze over this deadly land and nodded slightly. "The ultimate Yin gathers here, and all things return to silence. It is the supreme treasure ground for Reverse Seize Creation and Temper Yin Cold Bloodline. Your opportunity lies here."
Before his words had faded, he casually