Lin Xuan stayed on the shore and didn't have the guts to go down and find out. Even if there was that call, he was afraid that it was a death trap!
Sooner or later, he would go in. In his current situation, if he wanted to have a huge breakthrough and lay down a strong foundation for eternity, he could only push his body to the limit and reach the upper limit of the dungeon space.
With both hands forming a Thunder Field, Lin Xuan's breathing contained a mysterious rhythm. Something seemed to float out of the Thunder Lake nearby and was eventually sucked in by Lin Xuan.
At the center of the lake, a Thunder Spirit baby looked at Lin Xuan. There was some form of intelligence, but it had never left Thunder Lake. It did not know about human relationships and events, just like a six or seven-year-old child with a pure heart.
