Chen Cong shook his head. "Probably, though I'm not entirely sure about that myself. After all, these are only legends. Perhaps only those who have truly come into contact with the Goddess of Life know the real answer."
Chen Xiaojun nodded, then asked, "Could the spring of life be another arrangement made by the deities? Can something this miraculous really form naturally?"
Everyone fell into thought at his question, while Ding Daoheng explained, "Xiaojun, this world is full of mysteries and unknowns. The spring of life might have something to do with the deities, but it's more likely to be nature's own uncanny handiwork. In any case, we should treasure this opportunity and make good use of its power to strengthen ourselves and our clan."
Chen Xiaojun was silent for a while, seemingly digesting this information.
He looked up at the spring of life, determination gleaming in his eyes. "Whatever its origins, and whatever makes it flow endlessly, making good use of its power is the right approach."
Everyone smiled in approval. Gathered around the spring of life, they quietly felt the life aura it gave off. Gentle yet powerful, it seemed to seep into every cell, filling their bodies with vitality.
Ding Daoheng sighed with feeling. "The Grand Old Master's-Chen Zixiu's-decades-old injuries were stabilized, and he rapidly broke through to level 97 despite his struggle against the Rakshasa divine power. As for us old fellows, we've aged without declining and still retain our peak condition. All of that is thanks to the spring of life."
Cheng Wenge nodded in agreement and said with emotion, "Exactly. The spring of life deserves the credit. Over these past decades, we old fossils have maintained such vigorous vitality and excellent physiques, bearing our immense soul power, all because of its nourishment. Otherwise, at