The farther down he went, the colder it got. Lu Yin didn't see Bai Shui anywhere in the pond, so she had to be at the very bottom. With that thought, he continued his descent.
Not long after, with a splash, Lu Yin shot out of the Cold Immortal Pond and fell into a space below. He nearly hit the ground. Looking up, he saw the pond floating in the air. The bottom of the Cold Immortal Pond wasn't underwater at all; there was another world down here.
He looked around. The first thing to catch his eye was a severed tree root, and beside it sat Bai Shui, cross-legged, her body radiating a chill.
"The Cold Immortal Fruit Tree," the Arbitrator of the Interstellar Arbitration Court said. He appeared beside Lu Yin.
Lu Yin was taken aback. "The Cold Immortal Fruit Tree? It's been cut down?"
The Arbitrator appeared beside the tree. "It's been broken for a long time. No wonder the Cold Immortal Pond was left behind. Its greatest value, besides the pond water itself, was the Cold Immortal Fruit Tree it nurtured. The Cold Immortal Sect took most of the pond and left this little bit behind. They even sawed down the tree and didn't take it with them to the Fifth Continent."
Lu Yin looked in the other directions. Everything was dim. This wasn't some empty space but something like a grand hall. Perhaps because no one had been here for a long time, dust had settled all over the place. Only the spot where Bai Shui sat was clean. This must have been the Second Night King's cultivation chamber as well.
The Fate-Playing Quick Sand on his chest shook violently, tugged at even more strongly. Lu Yin looked toward the depths of the hall. The