At that moment, beneath the pool, Lu Feng sat cross-legged atop a stone stool.
All around him, at least a thousand sword blades were densely scattered, thrust haphazardly into the bottom of the pool.
Between the gaps of the swords lay countless white bones, dead for who knew how many years.
After Qing Huanzi fell into the pool, his injuries caused his life to vanish in an instant.
Lan Gu, however, still clung to her final breath. When she saw Lu Feng sitting safely at the bottom of the pool, she looked as though she had seen a ghost.
Her shock shattered her concentration. After struggling and flailing twice, her Spiritual Qi Shield collapsed, and she was engulfed and eroded by the vast amount of Nether Void Liquid, extinguishing the last trace of her life.
Even in death, Lan Gu could not understand it. They had both fallen into the Misty Void Pool, so why was Lu Feng completely unharmed?
At that moment, behind Lu Feng, a skeleton—a skeleton Lan Gu had noticed but dismissed—was crazily absorbing the Nether Void Qi around it.
It even drew out all the Nether Void Qi Lu Feng had previously absorbed into his body.
It was the Blood-colored War Corpse from within the Ancient Desolation Altar.
The instant Lu Feng fell to the bottom of the pool, it had leaped out on its own, carrying him and landing steadily upon the stone stool below.
Nether Void Qi possessed excellent tempering effects on artifacts. To the Blood-colored War Corpse, was it not a treasure as well?
The Blood-colored War Corpse continuously absorbed and refined the Nether Void Qi, using the Nether Void Liquid to temper its bones.
Lu Feng was absorbing and refining energy as well, but what he absorbed came from the stone stool