Below the Pool!
Just as Lin Bai had guessed, besides White Fire General, there were other ghost cultivators beneath the Nether Pool. Among them were even several whose cultivation had reached the Five Tribulation Dao Realm. Of course, their strength was nowhere near as formidable as White Fire General's, but they were still not to be underestimated!
Lin Bai entered the Nether Pool and sped toward the bottom. Along the way, he saw the Demon Race of Great Snow Mountain and the martial artists of the Tong Clan battling the ghost cultivators, but he did not see Hu Shui Jing, the Fox Clan woman, or Tong Chou and Tong Xiuyun.
Lin Bai circulated his movement technique and slipped silently past them, heading straight for the bottom.
The Nether Pool was not deep, only a few hundred zhang or so. Lin Bai soon landed at the bottom and saw Tong Chou and Tong Xiuyun standing together, while Hu Shui Jing and the Fox Clan woman stood together, glaring at each other with mutual hostility.
"The Netherdark Divine Iron is in the silt beneath here!" the crow told Lin Bai impatiently.
Lin Bai lowered his head and swept his gaze around. Beneath the bottom of the Nether Pool, there was nothing else to be seen. As far as the eye could see, there was only silt and the ghastly white bones buried within it. The pool water was bone-chillingly cold, and the bottom gave off a nauseating stench.
As Lin Bai looked beneath the bottom of the pool, a faint, dim light flickered in his eyes. He sensed a vast amount of sinister energy gathering from all directions beneath the silt, as though there were a great maw beneath the pool, endlessly devouring that sinister energy.
"It seems the Netherdark Divine Iron