Spirit Central World, Southern Land, Death Spirit Valley.
At this moment, in the dense forest, the air was fresh, and the flowers were fragrant. Sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and shone on the ground, splitting into countless pieces that were dotted everywhere.
Qin Jue lay leisurely in the lake, relaxed and content.
This was a small lake condensed from spirit qi. To a cultivator, its effects were almost no weaker than the Spirit Marrow Lake.
Even if Qin Jue only stood by the lake, his cultivation would progress twice as fast with half the effort, let alone staying inside.
Originally, there should have been many high-level fiend beasts in the surroundings, but now that they had all been wiped out by Qin Jue, it would be difficult to find another fiend beast above the Heaven Stage within several dozen kilometers.
Beside Qin Jue, a weed was floating on the water, crazily absorbing spirit qi. Who else could it be other than Yun Xi?
