Zhao Ziyue braced hard against the fishing rod in his hand, and the skiff carved an extremely long arc across the water, gliding in a direction completely opposite to Dragonfall Abyss.
The surface of Guixu returned once more to that deathly stillness.
Occasionally, several translucent dragon souls swam beneath the boat, their trailing golden tails lingering in the water for a moment before swiftly dispersing.
The farther they traveled, the denser the golden motes floating on the water became.
These light particles were no longer the fine, powder-like fragments found near Dragonfall Abyss, but had turned into thin sheets of light.
It looked as though someone had torn the aurora to shreds and casually scattered it across the water.
Xu Changqing reached out and scooped up a handful. The motes slipped through his fingers, carrying a faint warmth.
This was a temperature that only arose once dragon aura had grown dense to a certain extent.
After the skiff glided onward for another half hour or so, the color ahead changed.
From deep black to pale gold.
Yet it was not the water itself that had changed color. Something beneath the surface was glowing, casting the entire stretch of water in a faint golden hue.
The radiance was gentle and not dazzling.
But in Guixu's perpetually dim environment, it was especially conspicuous.
"Dragon Horn Gorge is below."
Zhao Ziyue slowed the boat and pointed at the golden waters ahead, his tone much more serious than it had been at Dragonfall Abyss. "Old Xu, let me make this clear first. This place isn't like Dragonfall Abyss.
"The danger in Dragonfall Abyss is dead. No matter how powerful its pressure is, at worst it drives you away.
"This place is different. It's alive."
Xu Changqing raised a brow. "Alive?"
Zhao Ziyue nodded. "The