A few breaths later, Yu Ci and Lu Ya plunged together into the hazy, dim mists.
"Our luck is not bad," Yu Ci spoke thus to Lu Ya.
Lu Ya did not respond. Amidst the mist, separated by a mere three feet, Yu Ci could hardly make out her face, yet he knew she was trembling with tension and fear.
The "Nether Lake" of which Lu Ya spoke should more accurately be called the Nether Sea. As for its sheer vastness, upon first hearing of it Yu Ci could only find it incredible; it was an expansive region encompassing the entirety of the Donghua Mountain range and its surroundings, measured in tens of thousands of miles.
And if one used a broad concept, it even extended to the south bank of the Cang River, the greater part of Far Sky City, reaching eastward all to the East Sea, and westward to the eastern bank of the Lira East River—virtually one-fifth of the Southern Realm.
In fact, this was a pivotal zone of the Southern Realm's immense subterranean water system, where water systems from all directions converged into a sea and interconnected with one another. Donghua Palace had carved out a section located beneath the Donghua Mountain range, incorporating it into the system of a self-created world, yet it consistently maintained a relative independence.
Being a place where water systems from all directions converged, its spiritual qi steamed and moistened, differing vastly from the flow of earthly veins.
Given Lu Chen's style, it would have been difficult for him to completely occupy this subterranean water system—which accounted for nearly one-fifth of the Southern Realm—and make it entirely his own.
This formed a very interesting phenomenon:
The Heart Hut, where Madame Yellow Springs was "imprisoned," floated within the Nether Lake; meanwhile, the