When we saw Pan Ling repeatedly pointing downward, we also noticed something unusual about the altar.
Since the white light had appeared and Pan Ling was pointing like that, it had to be the entrance to Yellow Springs Valley.
Now that the entrance had appeared, there was nothing more to say.
I waved at everyone, signaling them to go down.
The others nodded in response.
Without the slightest hesitation, we turned and swam downward at top speed, heading straight for the speck of white light within the shattered altar.
Master quickly followed after seeing this.
Before long, we had descended from the suspended karst cave and arrived before the altar.
Black mist filled the water, giving off an intensely eerie feeling. That speck of white light looked like a passageway.
I immediately drew the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword and quickly swam forward.
Mao Jing, Pan Ling, Daoist Qingshan, and the others swiftly followed.
Very soon, I plunged headfirst into the white light.
In that instant, I felt a powerful suction.
The white light carried a fierce pulling force. The moment I entered it, I was tugged forward.
Then my entire body was instantly drawn into the white light.
As I entered the white light, a bright expanse appeared before my eyes.
The sensation of being surrounded by lake water rapidly vanished as well.
I could breathe again, but I still could not see clearly around me.
After about three seconds, a sensation of falling suddenly came over me.
Only when my feet hit solid ground did the surrounding white light gradually fade away.
It was replaced by a faint yellow glow.
Instinctively, I raised a hand to shield my eyes and narrowed them as I adjusted to the light, trying hard to make out my surroundings.
Yellow. Everywhere I looked