"Divine Arrival Limit."
These four words are written in an ancient and concealed style, indeed a masterpiece.
However, at this depth, Chi Pond is already so vast that these few carved words are insignificant. Unable to see beyond three zhang, Jiang Wang happens to come across these words, as if it is a hint from the Mingming.
Jiang Wang quietly looks at these four words, vaguely feeling a sense of familiarity, yet not knowing where it comes from.
He shakes his head, does nothing else, but opens his right palm, exposing the already depleted Immortal Jade Pearl in the cold pond.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
The Immortal Jade Pearl in his hand suddenly begins to bubble, as if it has become a living eye.
More and more bubbles appear, becoming denser and denser, and the sound of water grows more urgent.
This white Immortal Jade Pearl, right in Jiang Wang's palm, turns into a warm undercurrent. As if possessing a spirit, it swims in the icy deep water!
