During his journey, the local people had advised him to take a detour to avoid danger, warning that many had perished in the lake, but Chen Yuan had always declined with a smile.
Gazing at the Blood Lake, which seemed endless, Chen Yuan let out a breath.
The place was indeed as recorded in the Ascending Immortal Tower, entirely crimson. At first glance, it really did seem stained with blood, but he did not smell even a hint of blood.
Chen Yuan squatted down, placing his hand into the water, his gaze slightly contemplative.
According to the guidance received before, the spirit wood that could help him comprehend the essence of heaven and earth was in the lake. So... should he retrieve it now,
or should he wait a bit longer?
After pondering for a moment, Chen Yuan ultimately suppressed his impulse and decided to wait until after dealing with the enemy before seizing his opportunity.
