The liquid of the magic river is extremely viscous, and its flow is very slow.
However, during its flow, it emits an eerie splashing sound that is even louder than the creeks in the outside world.
Lin Zheyu observed at the edge for half an hour, and no particularly powerful demons appeared.
"Let's test the effect first."
Lin Zheyu muttered to himself.
He didn't dare to directly dip his hand into the viscous liquid, worried that unknown demonic creatures might exist inside.
Lin Zheyu used a long blade to dig out two pits by the side of the magic river and then drew out the liquid inside.
He submerged his hands into the two pits, and at the moment of immersion, Lin Zheyu felt a bone-chilling cold strike.
Grayish True Essence surged out, condensing into a thin protective film covering his skin, which eased the cold significantly.
'Use one unit of Source Power to cultivate Sacred Inference Spirit Skill.'
