A colossal mountain towered into the sky, with the Immortal Transformation Pool upon it. The lake water was clear and bright, like a pool of divine nectar, glowing with rosy clouds and auspicious light. Mist and vapor rose around it, swirling in iridescent hues, crystal-clear and radiant.
Faintly, one could hear the breath of life flowing within it. It seemed less like a pool than a small world.
At the foot of another great mountain lay the Eternal Dragon Lair. It devoured dragon qi as though it had come back to life, dragon roars echoing endlessly. Its eyes flickered, and a massive dragon pearl rose and fell within, enough to make anyone drool.
The younger experts all rushed toward the Immortal Transformation Pool, hoping to seize immortal materials, forge divine weapons, and carve out their own unique Emperor Path.
The older generation had seen through the mortal world and long since lost their ambitions of attaining the Dao. They only wished to seize the dragon pearl and extend their lifespans, so they all headed for the dragon lair.
Lin Xian watched this scene and could not help shaking his head. Even seeking death was not usually done this way. There was a Saint Spirit within the dragon lair, nearly at great completion, with the strength of seven or eight heavens.
Though it was no match for a Supreme Being, a Saint Spirit was still a Saint Spirit. Any ordinary Quasi-Emperor who entered would meet only death.
Whoever obtained either the Immortal Transformation Pool or the Eternal Dragon Lair could hope to attain the Dao.
The former referred to the Azure Emperor. The latter did not refer to the Third-Generation Source Heavenly Master, but to that Saint Spirit on the verge of completion.
The Eternal Dragon Lair was not a place