C3

Lang Yan was startled. He looked around in the water, confused. However, not a single one of them could be seen, let alone the group of dire beasts.

With a self-deprecating smile, he spread out his perception to survey the surface of the lake, discovering that he had unknowingly dived more than a hundred feet. The water pressure at this depth was already extremely terrifying. If it were any ordinary person, they would have died instantly. However, Lang Yan, who had been repeatedly tempered by the strong gales for a long time, didn't feel any discomfort.

He planned to float to the surface of the lake to check out the situation. Were those dire beasts already scattered like birds or were they just waiting by the lake like ghosts? Once he had made up his mind, he withdrew his perception of the lake, and with a reflexive sweep downward, he rolled in the water and turned his body so that his feet were on the verge of floating to the surface.

"Eh?" Lang Yan's body stopped and he lowered his head to look down, but what entered his eyes was only darkness, not a hint of light. When he subconsciously scanned the area, he discovered that there was something unusual about the bottom of the lake, not too far away. The lake water seemed to be emitting a faint and strange fluctuation, which was rather strange.

He hesitated for a while and then changed his mind. He turned around and swam straight to the bottom of the lake.

As he dived, he released his mind and spirit, trying to visualize himself in the lake. Unexpectedly, with a thought from him, the whirlpool of primordial essence in his sea of consciousness stopped spinning, no longer sucking in any atoms, and instead spat out a wisp of mist-like primordial energy that flowed within his body like lightning. Wherever it went, atoms continuously broke down from the aura and merged into his flesh and bones.

In the blink of an eye, that stream of primordial energy had already spread all over his body, completely dissolving into atoms and disappearing completely behind him.

In his senses, as his body continued to dive, the water in front of him drilled into his body through the pores on his head, chest, etc., and then immediately left his body without any obstruction. This body of his seemed to have become a sieve without any resistance, the resistance in the water had miraculously disappeared without a trace, causing his body's descent to speed up, and within a few breaths, he had already stepped into the mud at the bottom of the lake.

Lang Yan was surprised and happy at the same time. He had never expected that this unexpected source of chaos would be so magical; at the same time, he also understood that everything that had happened today would completely reverse the trajectory of his life.

His premonition wasn't wrong, but what he didn't know was that the whirlpool wasn't the only one that would affect his future path …

Lang Yan withdrew his thoughts and began to survey his surroundings. The lake bottom was over three hundred feet away from the water surface. The world did not have the familiar sun, moon, or stars that he had dreamed of. The already dark sky could only reach two to three meters below the surface of the lake, and the bottom of the lake was completely pitch black.

Spreading out his senses and feeling his way forward, Lang Yan stepped on the mud and headed towards the place where he sensed the abnormal fluctuations a moment ago. Under the influence of his thoughts, that strange fluctuation of the lake water, though subtle, was still as invisible as a torch in the night.

Very quickly, his perception touched the range of the undulating lake water. Following the flow of the water, he effortlessly found the source of the water's undulation.

In front of him, in the mud at the bottom of the lake, half a dark, infant's head sized object looked like a lump of mud.

The water in the surrounding area swirled around the lump of mud for no reason. No matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he couldn't find anything wrong with it, not to mention finding out the cause of the water flow.

He suppressed the puzzlement in his heart and gently pressed his right hand against the clump of mud. One breath, two breaths … After ten breaths, there was no movement from the lump of dirt. He stretched out both of his hands and brushed left and right. Instantly, a handful of mud quickly fell off. In the end, what appeared in his perception was half of a strange stone that was a circle smaller.

If not for the movement of the water around him, Lang Yan would have turned around long ago, leaving behind a broken rock. However, with this strange fluctuation of the lake water, even a fool would know that this stone was strange. He used both of his hands to pull the stone out of the ground. After wiping off half of the mud, the irregular shaped stone was about the size of a man's head.

Flipping the leather bag over and over again, Lang Yan circulated his elemental energy with his right hand and then slapped the stone against the leather bag tied around his waist. He planned to first put it into the storage bag left behind by his Abba, then go back and carefully inspect it.

Unexpectedly, the stone was still stuck on the leather bag, unable to be stored inside. He dumbfoundedly examined the stone for a long time, then without saying anything further, he grabbed the stone and started madly hitting it; however, no matter how he patted it, he had even tried the spirit beast bag on his right waist, knowing that it was impossible.

"A storage bag to collect dead things, a spirit beast bag to collect living things … I can't accept either of these broken rocks, what the hell is this?" Helpless, Lang Yan had no choice but to pick up the stone with both hands and half-squat on the bottom of the lake to push himself up, piercing through the lake like an arrow.

The distance of over thirty zhang disappeared in a blink of an eye. With a splash and a splash, Lang Yan's head came out of the lake, took a deep breath, looked around and found no dire beasts. After determining the direction, he held the broken piece of rock and swam towards the shore.

After a while, he went ashore and put the stone at his feet, untied the beast skin at his waist, wrung it out with all his might, and still went to surround it; he did not dare to delay any longer, it had only been two days since the wind had died down, and now, one day was almost over. Before he met those goddamned beasts, he was only lucky enough to find a single Desolate Vine with five fruits on it, thus he only had four Desolate Fruits in his storage bag, which was not enough for him to eat for a whole month.

According to Abba and his experience, no matter how many fruits there were on the vine, they had to leave at least one behind that would not be completely harvested, otherwise the vine would immediately wither and die. On the contrary, in a few days, the same vine would produce three to nine different fruits at different locations, without breaking their roots.

This was the characteristic of the wisteria vine that Abba had gradually grasped after staying in this damned place for two years.

It was also due to this strange habit that, from then on, as long as they didn't go down the mountain like idiots, they would at most find fewer Desolate Fruits and suffer more hardship for the next month, they would never be able to find Desolate Fruits.

Previously, he was chased to the point where he almost lost his life, but when he arrived at the desolate lake, he didn't even have time to retrieve his water. While silently cursing the animals for being lightning struck by lightning, he slapped his storage bag, took out a few empty gourds that his Abba used to use to store wine many years ago, filled them one by one, and took them back into his bag while bending over to pick up that lump of rock, which looked like a treasure no matter what, then unfurled his body and rushed towards the location of a Desolate Vine that he remembered.

As soon as he stepped into the cave, he immediately threw away the lump of stone that had been covered in his blood and had been holding it with both hands for more than ten hours, then sat down on the side.

These two days had truly exhausted him. The first day he was chased by a large group of dire beasts, almost to the point of losing his life.

On the second day, although no dire beasts attacked him on their own accord, and as long as he was within 30 meters of any dire beasts, he could barely make out their outline through the faint mist. The dire beasts immediately turned around and disappeared into the mist, scaring a wolf rock into a daze.

In the final stage of the search, he pitifully found a vine, and only bore three of the lowest number of Desolate Fruits. He was forced to pluck two, and before he could even consider whether he could continue to look for them, the damned astral wind had already started to recover two hours in advance. This caused him to curse out loud and at the same time, repeat the first day of his desperate run.

But the bad part was that he could run past the dire beasts, but he couldn't get rid of the astral winds even if he patted his horse!

From the moment he sensed the astral wind gradually growing stronger, to the mountain peak that was only twenty miles away, he gritted his teeth as he spread all his remaining elemental energy on his body, forcefully resisting the violent astral wind. Thanks to that chaotic source energy in his sea of consciousness, he had absorbed more than half of the astral wind that broke through the barrier of his body, which left him only thirty percent of the fierce astral wind he had to withstand with his physical body. Only then did he barely manage to walk step by step back to the cave.

It was fortunate that he did not suffer any major injuries, as they were only superficial wounds. With his physique, it would not even take a day for his mouth to close, and it would not even leave behind any scars.

After checking his injuries, he focused his attention on the lump of rock.

At the bottom of the lake, he had only been able to rely on his perception to feel around, and after landing, he had been busy searching for some barren fruits. In the end, he had been too focused on battling the astral winds to look at this broken rock with his naked eyes.

He turned his head to look at the irregular stone and saw that its surface was covered with natural lines of varying shades of color. He couldn't feel anything when he touched it, it was neither convex nor crevice, as if it was painted on, and there was nothing special about it apart from that.

Lang Yan was a bit depressed. He raised his head and stared blankly at the light gray light screen.

"To be able to make the lake's water fluctuate abnormally and cause the spirit beast bag to be unable to be stored, he definitely wouldn't believe that such a strange object could only be an ordinary stone. But now …" "Wait!"

His eyes were bright and bright as stars. "I carried this thing all the way back in my arms, and it was covered with my blood, and I just threw it down, and I took a breath, and when I looked at it again I saw that it was only twenty breaths later. Where was the blood?"

The more he thought, the more excited he became. He picked up the stone with both hands and moved closer to examine it, "Eh?" Lang Yan's movements froze in an instant. He could clearly feel that this broken stone, it, was slightly trembling …