Li Tian's speed was very fast, and with his powerful perception, he arrived at the yellow spring in less than six hours.
The yellow spring was suspended in the air. The river water surged and whistled, washing over the White bones. It was filled with a deathly aura.
"The space here is getting more and more turbulent. I'm afraid it won't be long before this yellow spring crosses the boundary and comes here." Li Tian muttered with a serious expression.
The netherworld was a symbol of hell, representing a kind of death.
Just like the Ghost Ship, it was an ominous object. Now that it had appeared in the Holy Wind Mountain range, Li Tian felt that it was not as simple as it seemed.
"What's the secret behind this yellow spring ..." Li Tian thought that it was unusual, so he carefully observed the surroundings.
However, to his disappointment, he did not find anything.
Wuwuwu ...
