As Li Bufan walked deeper into the secret realm, he sank his Spiritual Sense into the Small Cauldron. "Mystic Sting, Little Devourer, do you know where the other primordial Gu are?"
Mystic Sting's voice came from within the Small Cauldron. "To the east of my territory lies a Spirit Lake. Its water is of excellent quality and contains dense water-attributed spiritual power. I once saw a toad over there."
"But I'm not sure whether it fell victim to that spider. If the spider didn't kill it, it should still be near that Spirit Lake."
Li Bufan nodded, already having a direction in mind. "Alright. I'll go take a look to the east."
He withdrew his Spiritual Sense, adjusted his course, and strode eastward.
The moss-covered ground beneath his feet gradually became damp and soft. The moisture hanging in the air also grew denser, carrying a crisp, refreshing scent.
After walking for most of the day, the view ahead suddenly opened up. A jade-green Spirit Lake lay quietly between heaven and earth, as warm and translucent as an emerald set within the darkness.
Li Bufan stopped by the shore and extended the Spiritual Sense of his Yang God Realm cultivation, carefully probing the aura and fluctuations within the Spirit Lake.
The grade of this Spirit Lake was far higher than he had expected. It was even purer than the Spirit Lakes he had seen in the Great Yan Dynasty. The spiritual power within the lake was exceptionally dense; with every breath, he could feel warm, gentle water-attributed Vital Energy brushing lightly across his skin.
After confirming that he sensed no obvious danger, he sank his Spiritual Sense into the Small Cauldron and asked, "Mystic Sting, there's a Spirit Lake in front of me. Is the toad you mentioned here?"
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