Lin Qingmo curled his ten fingers slightly, red arcs of electricity dancing across his fingertips.
The Blue Silver Vine moved like a roaming dragon, plunging fearlessly into the deeper darkness through the tiny hole carved out by the destruction lightning.
The scent in the air gradually changed.
The bone-chilling resentment of the Myriad Spirits Stone was quietly being dispersed by an exceptionally gentle pulse.
Warm, soothing energy became wisps of spring breeze, softly enveloping everyone's skin.
Da Ming's enormous body had been drawn taut as a bow, constantly on guard against the dangers around them.
Now, even the ferocity between his scales began to soften.
"This feels wonderful."
Da Ming lowered his voice and muttered those rather undignified words.
Even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast as thickheaded as him, who knew only fighting and showing off his strength, could sense the difference with his dull perceptions.
Every pore in his body was expelling stale energy.
An unprecedented ease seeped into the gaps between his bones, sweeping away all the exhaustion of the past few days.
Ah Yin's reaction was especially intense.
She lightly bit her red lip as her Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul sprouted uncontrollably from her palm.
The tender blades of grass did not sway with the air currents. Instead, obeying some primal longing, they bent desperately toward the rock wall.
Even Ah Yin herself involuntarily leaned half a step forward.
Lin Qingmo lowered his eyelids slightly, one eyebrow lifting.
What lay below was far deeper than he had initially estimated.
He had just examined the surface of the rock wall.
Judging by how far that pulse of life could penetrate, he should have reached its source after drilling down a hundred meters or so at most.
Yet this Blue Silver Vine, coated in destruction lightning, had advanced like