The pool rippled, its water as cold as ice.
In the past, even as a mortal, his abundant Qi Blood would have made him immune to heat and cold.
But now, in his ravaged body, he felt a bone-chilling cold he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Chu Mu reached the bottom of the pool and followed his memories, moving along the subterranean current.
After just a short while, accompanied by a foul stench of mixed odors, the underground grotto from all those years ago reappeared before him.
The stalactites glowed brilliantly. The ground was stained with a thick layer of blood and gore, littered with rotting remains and broken bones. Under the fluorescent, multicolored light of the stalactites, even the ghastly white bones seemed cloaked in a strange, vibrant layer of color, creating a morbidly beautiful scene.
On the grotto's ceiling, the marks where he had broken off several stalactites back then were still clearly visible.
