The Heavenly Tribulation

"Could it be that the mysterious Spirit Pool had already ceased to exist?"

After standing there for a moment, the Wei surname cultivator also spoke. His tone was utterly despondent.

"Alas, this place is indeed the white mist region. But why none of us found that Spirit Pool is something we cannot understand. The other cultivators also discovered nothing at all. This shows that it is entirely possible the Spirit Pool no longer exists."

Hearing the two old men's words, one of the old men standing among them sighed softly and spoke coldly.

At the words of this old man, the others also sighed endlessly. They had braved countless dangers and endured immediate hardships before finally finding this mysterious white mist region. In the end, however, all their joy had come to nothing. This left everyone utterly disappointed.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, since that is the case, we should think this through carefully. There are only three years left before the Sky Flame Mountain Range closes. Since the Spirit Pool is difficult to find again, we should make plans to leave as soon as possible."

The old man in the Daoist robe was already extremely despondent. Since he could not find the Spirit Pool, he had begun considering leaving early. Although the spiritual energy here was exceptionally dense, it was of little use to them.

While these nine Core Formation cultivators stood there discussing matters, another group of cultivators more than ten miles away was also engaged in extremely gloomy conversation. What they discussed was essentially the same as what the nine cultivators had said.

For these Core Formation cultivators, who had entered the Sky Flame Mountain Range harboring boundless hopes, their disappointment was now even greater than that of the cultivators who had yet to enter the white mist region.