Half a month later, deep within the Cloud Wasteland Great Marsh.
The great lake floating in the sky had changed from illusory to remarkably real. Towering waves crashed against the shore, their furious roar unceasing. The water spiritual energy in the air had become nearly tangible, forming layer upon layer of misty rain.
On the platform of the main tower amid those white giant towers, several hundred cultivators had gathered, clearly divided into six groups. Everyone wore solemn expressions, tense yet excited.
At the very front of the platform stood five powerful figures with their hands behind their backs—the five Spirit Transformation Cultivators. Apart from them, only Ling Yuqing, dressed in a moon-white palace gown, stood there.
The woman held a white pearl in both hands and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which condensed into a cluster of Blood-colored Runes in midair before sinking into the pearl.
The pearl then flashed with an eerie blood-red glow and vanished into the water curtain ahead in an instant.
The water curtain began to whirl violently, like a vortex at the eye of the sea. The savage water spiritual power it emitted made even several Spirit Transformation Cultivators slightly change expression.
A full hour passed before the sea-eye vortex finally stopped spinning.
It had now expanded to more than thirty meters across, and a hole had appeared at its center, through which the scene within could faintly be seen.
Ling Yuqing turned around and gave a slight nod. "Five Seniors, the Abyssal Heavenly Pool has now officially opened."
The eyes of the Spirit Transformation Cultivators blazed with sharp light as they stared ahead, excitement and hesitation both flickering across their faces.
The Demon Race Spirit Transformation Cultivator Yuan Ming suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think this Abyssal Heavenly