That faint, subtle sensation had vanished in a flash. Though it lasted only an instant, Lu Xiaotian had still uncovered a few of the other party's secrets.
The devouring power of the Nine Nether Weak Water was extraordinarily terrifying. Any demons, ghosts, immortals, or dragons passing through the surrounding area would be sucked into it by its immense pulling force once they came within a certain distance, unless they possessed specially targeted means or had cultivation at the imperial realm.
Over countless years, the Nine Nether Weak Water had become an almost unsolvable death zone for the vast majority of living beings.
At the same time he sensed the essence of the Great Dao mystic light, Lu Xiaotian also discovered the faint traces of countless souls within it—grief, resentment, fury, hatred, and all manner of tangled emotions.
Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit had long since reached a sufficiently formidable level. Back then, he had been able to cultivate a dragon soul precisely because he had fused and tempered the souls of countless demons. He possessed profound attainments in this field.
At the same time, Lu Xiaotian had visited Dragon Abyss and quite a few other similar places, where he had witnessed the distinctive aura formed by countless vengeful souls gathering together.
That sensation had long been carved into his bones. Even though that thread of water-element Great Dao mystic light beneath the Nine Nether Weak Water had concealed itself to the utmost, Lu Xiaotian had still sensed it.
Though it was only speculation, Lu Xiaotian vaguely felt that the other party had hidden within the Nine Nether Weak Water most likely to gather enough demon souls for some purpose.
But with cultivation already at such a shocking level, why would the other party resort to such a method?
It seemed that