Useless Mushrooms

Lu Feng vaguely understood that this phenomenon might be related to the principles of yin and yang, yet he could not be entirely certain why temperature alone could mobilize such a vast pool of spirit spring water.

Everyone turned their puzzled gazes toward Chu Youwei.

Lin Xiaowan asked again, "Sister Weiwei, do you know why this is happening? If we raise the temperature further, will the spirit spring water gush out on its own?"

A thoughtful look appeared on Chu Youwei's face. Rather than answering Lin Xiaowan, she took the torch from her hand and went alone into the deep pit.

At this moment, the spring water continuously bubbling up from the center of the pit had gradually stabilized, returning to the bowl-sized opening Gu De had described at the start. It no longer bubbled and accumulated.

Chu Youwei brought the torch closer to the center as she watched the now-stable spring water. To her disappointment, no matter how close she brought the torch, not another drop emerged from underground.

Lin Xiaowan also realized something and said, "Why does it seem like it has nothing to do with temperature again?"

"It should not be unrelated," Chu Youwei said thoughtfully. "It is just that the light and heat emitted by our torches can only move this much spring water."

"I don't understand." Lin Xiaowan puffed out her cheeks.

Chu Youwei glanced thoughtfully at the sky. Looking at the bleak, dark night sky, she explained, "What we see before us may only be an empty pool, but its internal structure is likely tens of thousands of times more complex than we imagine. The spirit spring here did not dry up or flow away. It was likely redirected to the area around the Iron Breath Bamboo Forest."

Lin Xiaowan asked in astonishment, "Is