Beneath the Cold Pool, Ling Fan squeezed into a crevice, creeping forward along the slow current, but the further inside he went, the more he was shocked.
He must have traveled nearly a hundred yards by now. Had the old man not mentioned it beforehand, giving him some reassurance, he truly wouldn't have dared to proceed.
The main issue was the small gap in the crevice; he couldn't even turn back if he wanted to. He could either reach the end or swim backwards.
But estimating the time, if he were to return backwards, it would take at least three times longer than the original journey, and the chill in the water did not decrease at all. His Origin Force would probably not last until he could return, forcing him to grit his teeth and continue forward.
As he pondered this, the space in the crevice suddenly opened up. Ling Fan couldn't help but brighten up as his body involuntarily floated upwards, and the temperature of the water gradually warmed.
"Whoosh!"
