"Is that all there is?" Lu Yun scratched his head, looking at the spirit herbs he had picked clean and then gazing at the mighty Heavenly River, feeling somewhat unfulfilled.
Finally, he pondered for a while and decisively continued upward, wanting to see what the source of the Heavenly River and the Curse was.
Days later, he struggled to move forward, finally nearing the end of the Heavenly River.
Here, the power of the Curse was at its most intense, with endless light flashing and a terrifying aura of the Great Dao. In addition to that, there was the grand sound of a roaring river.
As he drew closer, he finally saw it—a pool that spanned several zhang, with mist rising and obscuring the view inside, so he could only sense a huge fluctuation, surging mightily and causing one's physical body to tremble and spirit to stir.
"This pool is the source of the Heavenly River..."