A Staggering Windfall, All Caught in the Net! The King of Hell Calls the Roll-Death to Them All! (Bonus chapter for 600 monthly votes)

Recalling everything that had just happened, Lin Changheng could not help wearing a strange expression.

He had merely steered his boat along with the current.

He, too, had contributed to bringing about this scene of "the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

When the Purple Pole Sect cultivator surnamed Ji had forced Lin, disguised as a one-eyed middle-aged cultivator, into the black pool, he had felt the urge to turn around and pin the man dead in the black mire with a single sword strike. But his thoughts raced, and he decided instead to turn the scheme against its maker without rustling the grass and startling the snake.

At worst, if he discovered something amiss in the depths, he could immediately flee.

So he sank into the deep pool. Although everything was pitch-black, Lin Changheng found that neither the ink-dark water nor the faint suppressive force within it made much difference to his vision.

This delighted him.

It was all thanks to Divine Light!

With the dark clouds veiling his eyes swept away, more than half his tension vanished, and his heart settled.

Combining it with his Divine Sense to eliminate blind spots, Lin began swiftly exploring the deep pool.

Meanwhile, a further plan slowly took shape in his mind.

Then he directly activated the Water-Shadow Stealth Demonic Art and the Breath-Concealment Demonic Art, and his aura vanished completely.

To anyone outside, it was as though he had evaporated.

Not long after word of this spread, the white-robed cultivator also entered the black pool, trembling with fear.

Before he had descended ten zhang, he saw a blurry shadow bearing signs of life floating opposite him.

They faced each other.

Startled, the white-robed cultivator immediately unleashed his Spirit Artifact at it without another word. But the very next