Beneath the Spring, a Giant Dragon's Corpse!

Li Long steadied his breathing and continued diving toward the depths of the spring.

Visibility around him had dropped to an extremely low level. The faint crimson and azure glimmers had vanished completely, replaced by a deep, murky shade somewhere between gray and black.

He could only make out the ripples in the water less than an arm's length ahead by the dim dark-gold glow emanating from the Dragon Emperor Rod.

The water temperature underwent several drastic changes during his descent. At times it was scorching like lava, at others frigid like frost and snow, but after completing Icefire Body Tempering, neither extreme could cause any real harm to his body.

The physical barrier forged by the two Immortal Herbs isolated him from the alternating extremes outside, allowing him to focus on maintaining his speed and direction as he descended.

He had already descended far beyond the depth he had initially estimated.

This spring was far deeper than he had expected. From the surface to this point, he had passed through several distinct layers of water, each with a different temperature and current direction, as though he had traveled through separate environments along a vertical passage extending downward.

Every now and then, exceedingly faint tremors traveled up from the darkness below, like some slow movement deep underground, or the lingering ripples caused by a colossal being shifting in its sleep.

Dragon Emperor Medusa's vigilance within the Dragon Emperor Rod continued to rise with the increasing depth.

It did not issue another clear warning, but its taut intent remained at the edge of Li Long's perception like a tightly drawn bowstring.

Li Long continued sensing the sources of those two auras. The oppressive feeling slowly changed as he approached, transforming from an indistinct low-frequency fluctuation into something increasingly tangible, as though