"I see you're determined to drive me into a corner!"
Duan De's large face twitched violently. To him, these two furnaces were simply hot potatoes—he did not dare accept either one. With a flattering grin plastered across his face, he said,
"Little brother, please put your treasures away. I'm getting on in years; I truly can't take such fright."
He rambled on earnestly, hoping to win some sympathy. Seeing Lin Yu's impatient expression, he hurriedly explained,
"Actually, my experience was quite similar to yours. I also crossed through the void from an underground river of yin. I only came to investigate after discovering that a great battle had broken out here, thinking I might be able to help."
You just wanted to pick up the leftovers, didn't you? Lin Yu thought. Fat bastard, as if I don't know what kind of person you are.
"You all found an underground river of yin near the edge of this Small World on your way here?" Lin Yu looked behind him. The river surged onward like a winding black dragon, turning every place it passed into a dead netherworld.
After receiving their confirmation, Lin Yu's expression turned grave. "I understand now. There are more than three such underground rivers of yin. There should be six."
"Six underground rivers of yin?"
"That's right. This ancient sage must have studied Feng Shui Burial Studies extensively. The six underground rivers of yin correspond to six terrains similar to the Myriad Yin Gathering Spirit Abyss. It was precisely after discovering this that the ancient sage opened up this Small World."
Lin Yu spoke slowly. The discovery was rather terrifying, and everyone present felt a chill crawl down their spines.
"Then does Brother Yang know why the ancient sage went to such lengths? Could he have wanted to