By then, both had completely lost their sense of direction. They could no longer tell up from down, nor did they know whether they were rising or sinking.
Cui Jiuyang could only maintain their previous heading, allowing the powerful suction from the bottom of the pool to keep drawing them down.
Six hundred feet... seven hundred feet...
Cui Jiuyang and Li Mingyue so easily surpassed the depth Grandmother had once reached.
When Cui Jiuyang told Li Mingyue through his divine sense that they had now descended below seven hundred feet, he distinctly felt her stiffen almost imperceptibly.
At seven hundred feet, the water pressure and cold had already reached terrifying levels.
Cui Jiuyang had no doubt that if he withdrew the spiritual power barrier enveloping Li Mingyue, she probably would not last even a single breath under such immense pressure and bitter cold. She would bleed from all seven orifices and die, then swiftly freeze into an ice sculpture.
Thus, her decision to descend with him had come not merely from her anger toward and fixation on Hu Seventeen, but, on a deeper level, from her immense trust in him.
Li Mingyue rested the back of her head against Cui Jiuyang's chest, feeling his heartbeat. Listening to it in this deathly silent darkness gave her a sense of safety.
She recalled what Grandmother had told her through a secret voice transmission before they left: "That Cui boy might seem flippant, but there's one thing you can absolutely trust those Cuis to do-"
"Even if the sky falls, he can keep you safe and sound."
Li Mingyue had actually seen Cui Chengshou from afar.
The memory remained vivid to this day.
Rather than a cultivator, he had seemed more like a demonic god steeped in slaughter, his aura so terrifying that