kingnovel Chapter 470 That's a Spirit Spring
Chapter 470 That's a Spirit Spring
His sleepiness vanished instantly, and he hurriedly flew out, waving his arms frantically: "Don't look, don't look, it's all fake, there's nothing here, hurry up, let's go to the Dragon Fishing Pool!"
Damn! Such a sophisticated and deceptive killing formation, how could ordinary people like us withstand it?
I'm afraid they'd be reduced to ashes the moment they went in.
Emperor Tianhuang's vision was disturbed, his thoughts returned, and he was greatly alarmed.
Two seconds ago, his once firm belief began to waver, and as time went on, the wavering became more and more pronounced.
If the small giant pit hadn't woken him up in time, Emperor Tianhuang didn't know if he would have led everyone inside.
What kind of good place is a space that can affect a person's mind?
Even if the jade seal he had his eye on was truly a priceless treasure, he wouldn't want it.
"Let's go!" Emperor Tianhuang turned around gracefully first.
Mu Zhen pointed at the throwing knife: "But it..."
"Let's go!" Huangfu Zique forcefully dragged the person away.
If the system says it's fake, then it must be fake.
Sakura glanced at the crescent-shaped blade again in disappointment. Since she didn't know how to choose, she decided to follow the majority and decisively turned her head away.
Even if it's an illusion, seeing a room full of Emperor-level treasures makes this trip worthwhile.
She was more inclined to believe that those were illusions; otherwise, there would have been more than one person who went to the Dragon Fishing Pool in the first place.
But why create such an illusion here?
Is there any connection between this and the treasures in the Dragon Fishing Pool?
In Mu Zhen and his companions' eyes, the vast grassland was deserted and eerily quiet.
The truth is that they were surrounded by tens of thousands of golden dragons, and everyone was chatting and laughing, as lively as if they were at a temple fair.
They all adopted a protective stance towards them, moving in the same direction without missing a single step.
The eldest princess sat languidly in the gauze sedan chair, carried by several maids as they flew ahead.
Just because Mu Zhen and the others can't see it doesn't mean Xiao Jukeng can't see it either; she's just pretending not to know.
Anyway, those people...Dragon didn't mean any harm.
I took a bunch of photos while walking backwards.
This was the most glorious moment for her host. The heavenly dragons were protecting just a few of them. It was so damn amazing.
When we get back, I'll show the host a good look at how impressive and awesome he is!
And that eldest princess is really... Host's words were really exciting!
Even a woman like her couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race when she saw him. Luckily, the host can't see him, otherwise he would have fallen in love with her later.
"Hmm?" The princess frowned, turning her head to glance at a certain spot. Why did she feel like someone was spying on her?
The little giant pit, who was peeking out from the sedan chair like a pervert, inevitably met the gaze of the pretty young lady.
His eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly flew back to Mu Zhen's side.
That was close; we almost got exposed.
You can't blame her; that princess was truly beautiful, even more beautiful than a goddess from the heavens.
To have such powerful perception at the Nascent Soul stage is truly remarkable!
It should be known that even true immortals would have difficulty sensing her spying, but it is puzzling why there is a dark aura lingering on the princess's forehead.
Why do I say this? It's because many of the old dragons around me exhibit this phenomenon.
Their cultivation levels were all at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.
In the world of cultivation, this signifies a bleak future and is a sure sign of certain death.
Could it be that all the dragons with black aura on their foreheads have entered a desperate situation?
Is death the only way out in the near future?
But why?
The natives in the Five Elements Secret Realm can also ascend to immortality.
I don't understand. He's almost at the end of his life, why isn't he ascending to immortality? What's he doing here having so much fun?
Then a possibility occurred to me, and it suddenly dawned on me: could it be that they weren't the natives of the secret realm?
Or is it from some cultivation world?
So, it's possible to ascend to immortality, right?
I scratched my head. Oh well, if I can't figure it out, I'll stop thinking about it.
The group walked and stopped frequently. The grassland stretched as far as the eye could see, so flat that not a single mound could be seen. This made it particularly awkward for everyone to deal with their urgent needs.
This is when Huangfu Zique's goodness became apparent.
Looking at the tent next to him that had been turned into a public toilet, Huangfu Zique felt that even the roasted monster meat in his hand was hard to swallow.
He brought a tent so he could have a romantic encounter with that person, but before the romance even began, it turned into a public toilet.
Damn it, why did I have to do this to him?
We can't just use it as a sleeping tent after we get to the grasslands, can we?
That's too disgusting!
The Lingquan Space of Falling Cherry Blossoms has everything, and it is generous in sharing.
She was cautious and always made sure her grandmother killed the low-level monsters before taking them out of her spatial storage.
It wasn't that I was wary of Mu Yunya and the others, but rather that the feeling of being spied on had never disappeared.
She didn't even disappear when she needed to use the restroom, which feels really bad!
"The cultivation world is wonderful; even the water there is sweeter than where we are," Mu Zhen murmured after Luo Ying went to the restroom.
Not only is the water delicious, but everything else is also very convenient.
For example, taking a bath.
Everyone looks so clean thanks to Falling Cherry Blossom; her dust-removing spell made us even cleaner than if we'd gone to a bathhouse.
What Mu Zhen longed for most was that once they reached the Golden Core Realm, they could abstain from grains, meaning they wouldn't eat anything and would never get hungry.
This is really good; not eating means you won't poop.
Even if you're extremely poor, you can truly relax and accept your fate.
After hearing this, Mu Yunfei unscrewed the bottle cap, took several large gulps, and nodded: "Indeed!"
If only the Eastern Kingdom could also become a world of cultivation!
Xiao Jukeng crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and looked utterly disdainful.
A group of bumpkins chewing on peonies.
Is that ordinary water? It's a spiritual spring that gathers countless rare minerals; a single sip can save you dozens of days of arduous cultivation.
When you part ways, make sure the hosts exchange as many points as possible with Falling Cherry Blossoms, as this will greatly enhance their subsequent cultivation.
Regardless of whether their cultivation level will regress to the Qi Refining Realm after returning, they should strive to improve as much as possible within the secret realm.
The dragons weren't particularly surprised by this spiritual spring; their cultivation speed was already higher than that of humans, so they didn't need external aids.
Five days later, the seven of them finally reached the edge of the grassland and stood before a wall of white mist.
"Could the Dragon Fishing Pool be behind this fog wall?" Mu Zhen looked at everyone.
Fu Tingyu reached out and touched the thick fog; he could see right through it: "This should be it. We followed the signs at the entrance to the grassland."
The compass shows we're due east, but with such thick fog, visibility will be terrible once we go in. I wonder if there's any danger.
Luo Ying was also worried about this. She had tested it with spirit stones, and even if she absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, she still couldn't project her divine sense. She could only rely on her naked eyes to distinguish things.
Looking at the wall of mist from the bottom up in the small giant pit, wow, it really does connect to the sea of clouds in the sky.
He tried to extend his divine sense into the wall of mist, but he couldn't get in at all.
Moreover, the wall of fog seemed to have no end.
It's like a polar boundary line that completely cuts off the grassland.
Turning my head, I looked at the young dragons frolicking on the misty walls.
The little dragons treated the fog wall like a soft trampoline, rushing over it only to be easily bounced back, having a great time.