Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 444 Bottom of the Lake of Death

The lake is surrounded by a rich aura of death. This aura is so heavy that it seems as if every inch of the air has been tightly embraced by death. In this area, life has been completely deprived, and even the wind seems to dare not blow easily, for fear of bringing more death. The sky was gray, with no sunlight or clouds, just dead silence.

The lake water presents a deep black color without any ripples. It is like a huge mirror, quietly reflecting everything around it. A faint mist rises from the lake. The mist carries a cold feeling, as if it can penetrate deep into people's bones.

This is the holy land for the practice of the Guiluan tribe. For the people of the Guiluan tribe, this place is not only rich in spiritual energy, but also an excellent place for them to understand life and death and practice Yinxie techniques. However, for ordinary monks, this place is a place of dead souls. Once you enter, you may never be able to leave.

Lin Fan stood by the lake, and he could clearly feel the thinness of the spiritual energy around him. The aura here was completely different from where he usually practiced. It was cold, heavy, and seemed to be polluted by the breath of death. In this environment, Lin Fan found that although his cultivation level was not lost, his ability to use Xuan Gong was greatly reduced, and he could only use seven points of his power.

He stared at the lake, which was dotted with water, and the underwater world seemed blurry and dark. Vaguely, he saw the whitened bones disappearing into the depths of the lake. Some of these skeletons are huge, like giant beasts; some are human-shaped, lying quietly at the bottom of the water. Among them are the skeletons of strong men from the Guiluan Tribe. They were once powerful beings, but now only a pile of bones are left floating in the corpse water.

 “Senior brother?” A figure in the distance caught Lin Fan’s attention. The man's flowing black hair was like thousands of writhing black snakes dancing in the air. His aura was violent and full of violence and anxiety, as if it was about to burst out at any time. This breath shook the lake water to create ripples that were several feet high, as if it was about to overturn the entire lake surface.

Lin Fan's heart tightened as he recognized the figure as his senior brother Long Feiyu. But the Long Feiyu in front of him was completely different from usual. His eyes were like flickering green will-o'-the-wisps, blinking and extinguishing in the darkness, revealing a strange and terrifying aura.

The figure with its back to Lin Fan suddenly turned around with a "whoosh" sound. It was indeed Long Feiyu, but his face had become ferocious and terrifying, and the green will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes seemed to be swallowing up everything. There was a strong cold aura about him that made people feel palpitating.

"Brother, you..." Lin Fan was about to ask but suddenly found that Long Feiyu's figure became blurry in an instant, and then a strong suction force hit him and dragged him into the lake.

"Ah!" Lin Fan exclaimed and struggled hard to get rid of the suction, but the force was too strong for him to resist. His body sank uncontrollably toward the depths of the lake. The surrounding water pressure and cold atmosphere made him feel suffocated and desperate.

As they sank to the bottom of the lake, Lin Fan saw more skeletons. They seemed to be souls imprisoned by the lake for thousands of years, silently telling of their past glory and present silence. A strong fear and uneasiness surged in his heart. He didn't know if he would become one of them and sleep at the bottom of this lake of death forever.

 (End of this chapter)