Braydon Neal left the courtyard.
"Why did you change your pants?" Lester Crawford asked, giving him a strange look.
"That's not important. Let's take the Immortal King Pond!" Braydon replied, full of energy as he ascended into the sky, heading straight for the most important item—the Immortal King Pond, shrouded in dense, swirling immortal mist.
The pond stretched for thousands of miles, like a massive iron cauldron nestled in the mountain range.
Lord McAvoy nodded and made a grasping motion in the air.
The earth trembled.
The disciples of the Immortal King Mountain turned pale, gazing at the sky in awe as Braydon lifted the Immortal King Pond with one arm, stepping into the heavens.
The pressure from above weighed heavily on all living beings below, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of oppression.
