C154 The Tortoise in front of Him

Stepping into the lake felt like entering a mist, a hazy world where Zhang Fann continued to dive toward the murky depths. The lake itself took on a funnel shape, broad at the top and tapering down. As he descended, the concentration of Spirit Qi thickened, and the Spirit Liquid within grew increasingly sticky.

It resembled some ineffable liquid that, once the Spirit Qi transformed