"Hiss, hiss!"
Xiao Yan streaked through the murky Nine Nether Yellow Springs like lightning. Dazzling Heavenly Flames coiled around his body, sending up wisps of white vapor whenever they touched the lake's bitterly cold water.
Xiao Yan paid this no mind. His Heavenly Flames had reached a terrifying level of power. The cold here would make even an ordinary Dou Sheng's Dou Qi sluggish upon contact, and could even numb their limbs.
Yet it had no effect whatsoever on Xiao Yan.
As he descended deeper into the lake, however, its intensely cold waters blocked him from absorbing outside energy, even though he could command the energy of the surrounding world.
Fortunately, as a Dou Sheng, Xiao Yan possessed vast reserves of Dou Qi, giving him tremendous staying power.
As he continued deeper, the water before him turned pitch-black. Even with his Heavenly Flames, Xiao Yan began to feel a trace of pressure here. An ordinary Dou Sheng would probably have had to turn back by this point.
The chilling power here could already corrode even a Dou Sheng Expert's Dou Qi.
But Xiao Yan knew that he would eventually find the so-called Yellow Spring Blood Essence if he kept going. He still remembered that, in the original novel, a Dou Sheng of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan had been imprisoned here.
As he pondered this, a faint, unusual sound reached his ears. Immediately afterward, Xiao Yan felt the water behind him suddenly surge.
"I nearly forgot. There are actually creatures capable of surviving in a place like this."
Xiao Yan frowned slightly, turned, and shaped a mass of Heavenly Flames into a fist before slamming it toward the creature.
"Screech!"
The creature let out a miserable shriek and exploded into a cloud of bloody pulp.
But as that figure burst