Irritated, Ye Jiuyou cast a grand purification spell, intent on resetting the pool to its original, pristine state.0

Zhao Changhe would never understand why cultivators who had long since mastered spells capable of cleansing entire oceans and continents still insisted on bathing in water, yet here they were.0

The spell took effect and the slimy filth was gone. Yet, something about the pool still felt different. It no longer held the same silent, abyssal stillness.0

Ye Jiuyou paused, frowning as she sharpened her senses.0

There was indeed something new in the water. Once, this pool might as well have been called death incarnate. Any lifeform thrown in would have perished without a trace. But now, there was a budding vitality, a faint undercurrent of life. If left to evolve for long enough, it might even birth life on its own.0

“So this is their idea of messing with me?” Ye Jiuyou muttered. Strangely, she did not feel irritated. On the contrary, the water now felt more comforting than before—warmer, somehow, or at least no longer cold and dead.0

If anything...0