Although his Half-Immortal Body would not freeze, the cold still made him shiver.
Was the Heavenly River really this cold? How did the immortals in the Heavenly Court normally use its water?
Having now entered the Seven Extremes, Cui Jiuyang had come to understand what Great-Grandfather had meant: once you reached the Seven Extremes, you no longer needed to worry too much about those deities, because they might not be able to beat you.
The exceptionally grand reception he had received at the Yellow River Water Palace showed just how high Cui Jiuyang's standing had become.
So if the river water made even a half-immortal like him shiver, the immortals above might not necessarily be able to bear it either.
With these idle thoughts running through his head, Cui Jiuyang dove deeper and deeper into the lake.
At first, he could still make out the stone walls on either side, but as the light faded, he could only sense the surrounding walls rather than see them.
Naturally, Cui Jiuyang disliked the darkness. He casually formed a mudra, and a ball of light appeared before him, illuminating his surroundings.
It turned out that Mirror Lake was shaped like a funnel, broad at the surface and increasingly narrow farther down.
Where Cui Jiuyang was now, there was still room for roughly four or five adults, but up ahead, it visibly narrowed considerably.
Guiding the ball of light, Cui Jiuyang continued downward until the stone walls closed in so tightly against his body on every side that he could no longer turn around. Only then did he stop again.
He was not afraid, of course. Although these stone walls were very solid, he should be able to carve out a large hole and escape if he merged with Three Chi Seven.
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