As he looked at the strange lake embedded at the bottom of the deep ravine like a massive piece of murky yellow jade, Lin Ming's perpetually tense heart finally settled, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
After overcoming layer upon layer of dangers and sneaking in concealment, they had finally reached the first crucial location of this journey.
He slowly approached the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. His footsteps landed on the cold, hard ground along the shore, which was covered in a layer of pale yellow crystalline frost, producing faint rustling sounds.
As the distance between him and the yellow lake gradually shortened, the Yin Cold Force permeating the air became increasingly distinct and aggressive.
It was no longer merely low temperature, but a kind of energy containing a strange, sinister Yin attribute. It seeped into every opening like tentacles, as if possessing life, constantly trying to burrow into his pores, penetrate his Protective Dou Qi, and corrode its way into his body.
Even Lin Ming could feel a subtle numbness, itchiness, and chill on the surface of his skin, as though countless icy needlepoints were lightly pricking him.
"This place is far too cold. Even members of the Nether Python Clan, who are naturally fond of cold and possess unique constitutions, likely could not endure the corrosion of such extreme cold for long." Qing Lin stopped more than a dozen zhang away from the lake and did not continue forward.
Her arms unconsciously wrapped around herself. Even as she circulated her Dou Qi with all her strength to resist it, her little face remained somewhat pale, and the tip of her delicate nose had even turned faintly red.
As Qing Lin looked at the lake surface, so calm that it caused heart palpitations, she softly said, "The