Deep within the Origin Pool, the Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast was grievously wounded and on the verge of death. Its massive body sank into the sea, its aura feeble, seemingly devoid of any power to resist.
High in the sky, the ten Saint Children led by Chu Qing, along with Yao Yao, Ye Ge, and the others, all heaved a sigh of relief, joy and release appearing on their faces.
Shang Chunqiu even burst into laughter. Qin Hai wiped away his sweat, while even the ever-lazy Chu Qing rubbed his bald head and muttered, "Finally, I can go back and sleep."
The joy of victory filled everyone's hearts. Some had even begun considering how to divide the unprecedented spoils—the Origin Marrow of the Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast.
However, amid this relaxed atmosphere, a cold gleam suddenly flashed through the deep Immortal Eyes of Mo Lin, who had been watching with cold indifference.
"Hmph, playing dead? Trying to escape?"
Within his field of vision, an exceptionally pure mass of Origin Power at the core of the Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast, which was sinking into the sea, was rapidly contracting and concealing itself.
Moreover, the trajectory of its battered body's descent was not random. It was stealthily heading with precision toward an extremely concealed spatial rift on the seabed, one that even ordinary Saint Children would find difficult to detect.
Beyond that rift came faint fluctuations from the same origin as the Origin Pool here, yet purer and more ancient—it was clearly the water beast's lair, which it had maintained for years.
This beast possessed remarkably high intelligence. It actually knew how to feign death and escape! Once it returned to its lair and nourished itself with the Origin Pool's source, it would likely recover within a decade or