As soon as Zhong Lin entered Angler's Gorge, he was engulfed by a black, pervasive mist, his vision severely impaired, as if walking through a pitch-black night sky, surrounded by towering reefs, gorges, and roaring sea waves.
No wonder this place is rarely visited; if a Martial Artist unfamiliar with the path enters, they will immediately lose their way, only able to reluctantly turn back.
For Martial Artists who cannot fly, entering here is tantamount to seeking death.
A moment later, under Chen Jia's guidance, Zhong Lin flew to a hidden reef, above a whirlpool of seawater.
This place spans about two to three thousand acres, resembling a small lake, with turbulent rapids in the middle, and a few iron-like reefs standing tall amidst the thick black mist and steaming water vapor, the sea howling in a breathtaking display.
"This is the place. Blast it with Spiritual Origin."
"Alright."
