The sea of the Immortal Sinking Pond was clearly returning to tranquility, otherwise the fat man known as the Boundless Ascetic wouldn't have been able to rise into the air after falling into the water.
But Tian Lin knew in his heart that the danger level of the Immortal Sinking Pond was actually escalating.
Perhaps it was because the sea had calmed, something from the seabed was starting to become unrestrainable, to the extent that the 'Soul Replenishing Powder' was gathering in increasing volumes.
Those Soul Replenishing Powders on the seabed had already reached a depth less than thirty to forty feet from the surface.
This 'Soul Replenishing Powder' is not only harmful to the body, even the soul could not endure the cutting from this 'Soul Replenishing Powder'.
If one day Immortal Sinking Pond became filled with this 'Soul Replenishing Powder' everywhere, even the thousand-year-old wood would probably be unable to sail on the sea of the pond.
