This resentment was immensely vast. Even Xinyou took a full half hour to absorb it.
Half an hour later, a faint white glow radiated from Xinyou's body, and he promptly fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, Ye Lin knew that Xinyou was refining the resentment within his body. Once all of it had been fully refined, his cultivation would inevitably break through.
And so as not to disturb Xinyou, Ye Lin turned to Gu Qingzhi, who had arrived late, then unceremoniously stuffed Xinyou into her arms.
"Keep an eye on him."
With that, Ye Lin turned and jumped straight into the well.
The good stuff was at the bottom of the well. Now that the resentment was gone, there should be no other dangers below. This was the best time to enter.
The moment he entered the well, a bone-chilling cold came at him from all directions. The interior was incomparably gloomy, so much so that the chill made Ye Lin shudder.
This greatly shocked Ye Lin.
After all, he was at the seventh layer of the Golden Immortal realm and possessed the Chaos Sword Body.
What kind of temperature could actually make him shiver?
But this only made Ye Lin more certain that the most valuable dragon head had to be here.
The space inside the well was vast and pitch-black.
But to Ye Lin, darkness made no difference at all.
As he floated downward, Ye Lin discovered countless chains crisscrossing the entire space at the bottom of the well.
Mysterious runes were carved into those chains, and the icy chill that made even Ye Lin shudder was emanating from them.
After reaching the bottom of the well, Ye Lin saw an enormous dragon head.
Yet this dragon head had been ruthlessly pierced through by those chains, firmly