Night. Cold Moon Pool.
After running for several hours, Xia Ping finally arrived at Cold Moon Pool.
"So this is Cold Moon Pool? It's truly enormous."
Xia Ping looked around and discovered that although it was called Cold Moon Pool, it covered a vast expanse. Its boundaries were nowhere in sight, stretching for at least several thousand kilometers—comparable to some of Earth's oceans.
"The water here is no ordinary water either." Xia Ping stared at the waters of Cold Moon Pool. Even from far away, he could sense the deep chill radiating from them, laden with cold Killing Intent.
If an ordinary person entered Cold Moon Pool without any protection, they would be frozen into an ice block within minutes. The cold baleful aura would invade their organs, killing them beyond the saving of even immortals.
He immediately realized that this was a unique blessed land, no wonder the Silver Flood Dragon King of the Seventy-Two Cave Demon Kings had chosen this place as its lair.
"Hm? Those are Water Moon Grass?!"
Soon, Xia Ping spotted a large patch of grass growing along the edge of Cold Moon Pool. Each blade was silver all over and palm-sized, gleaming brilliantly beneath the moonlight and giving off a silvery glow.
Strands of a unique medicinal fragrance permeated the surroundings, stirring the spirit.
"They really are spiritual herbs." Xia Ping felt the energy within his body begin to stir restlessly. He could hardly wait to devour all this Water Moon Grass and claim it for himself.
Once he consumed and thoroughly refined these spiritual herbs, he could immediately attain the supreme, profound state where sun and moon joined in harmony and water and fire coexisted, helping him break through his bottleneck.
Just as the moon rose into the middle of the sky, the