Although the journey through the water was slow, fortunately, the distance was short. After stealthily swimming for about five minutes, Ying Yue finally passed through the five or six meters deep pool bottom and arrived in the underground cavern below.
Underground caverns, a world apart.
Not only was it not dim, but it was also exceptionally bright.
In the very center of the cavern stood a large snake statue about three Zhang high. The snake's body was raised, its tongue was flickering, its entire body was a green shade like jade, and its beads of eyes were as red as blood.
Below the snake statue stood an ornate chair made entirely of gold, and on it sat an old man with a withered face, his eyes lightly closed, surrounded by a cold aura.
The elder looked like a dry piece of wood, his skin parched and dry. If it weren't for the fact that his eyeballs were still moving, someone might have mistaken him for a mummified corpse.
