Seeing Lin Qingtian and Jiang Yinyin each take two Life-Generating Xuanling Fruits and carefully put the treasures away, a faint smile flashed through Xiao Ling's eyes.
He stepped forward slowly and instructed the two women in a soft voice, "Wait by the shore for a while. Don't go far. I'm going into the lake, and I won't be delayed for long."
The two women nodded obediently and stood waiting quietly by the lakeside as he had told them.
As his words fell, Xiao Ling hesitated no longer. His figure suddenly soared into the air, his bearing graceful and clean, turning into a faint black shadow as he leaped straight into the clear emerald pool at the heart of the lake below.
Ripples spread gently across the lake's surface, and then it returned to calm, leaving only wisps of spiritual light still lingering above the water.
From the outside, this lake region of Xuanling Mountain already looked vast and boundless, but only after truly diving into its depths could one realize that what could be seen from the surface was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Deep in the lake, there was an endless expanse of profound, murky darkness. Heavy blackness swallowed all light and shadow, like the boundless maw of a giant beast gaping open, carrying the deathly silence and sinister chill of an underground abyss. It made an inexplicable coldness rise in one's heart.
The entire lake was eerily dead. The vast waters were empty, without the slightest trace of living creatures. Let alone fish or aquatic beasts, not even the faintest ripple of life could be sensed.
Such a completely desolate scene was utterly at odds with the grand sight of the surging spiritual energy on the lake's surface and the emergence of the spiritual tree. Everywhere was