The gurgling sound of water flowed, accompanied by the creaking of bones and muscles.
At the bottom of the pool.
Meng Chuan closed his eyes, trying his best to imagine the true essence contained within the cultivation technique.
Unable to adopt the perspective of the Xuanwu, he imagined himself as that Baxia locked at the bottom of the sea...
In his mind, a crimson hue appeared on the horizon, an indescribable great terror was about to descend.
His forehead seemed to be smeared with lard, sweating profusely like rain...
The pressure grew heavier, transmitted from his muscles to his entire body, like the dark currents of the deep sea.
The mud and sand rolled, making the water surface even more eerie.
Whoa—
He withdrew his hands and feet from the bottom of the pool, slowly floating on the water.
His mind suddenly soared, directing all the weight of the pool water onto his back. The sound of a fierce toilet flush echoed as the vortex extended downward, deep and vast.
