A chorus of disciples shouted in anger, while the eyes of the attending elders flickered, each with their own schemes, choosing not to intervene, instead watching as the situation escalated.
At this moment, Ye Chen was inside the hall of Netherworld Peak. He had already noticed that many people had gathered at Netherworld Peak, but he was unconcerned.
Now, as he gazed at the slowly rising clear spring within the hall, a curve appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth; this was the Netherworld Spirit Water, the very place that Xiao Shuihan used to cultivate.
Within the Netherworld Spirit Water, the spiritual energy was overflowing to the extreme, even forming into flocks of Spiritual Cranes and Spirit Fish, frolicking in the spring, appearing very wondrous.
Ye Chen reached out to scoop up a handful of spring water, the spiritual energy overflowing, and in the next moment, it transformed into pure spiritual energy, flowing from Ye Chen's palm into his body.
