The unknown represents terror and unpredictable benefits.
"Hmm?"
As Chu Yuan explored, he saw a gigantic lake. Within it, there was actually water, but it was pitch-black, emitting a fog of death. Even a slight touch would corrode one's entire body.
"Poisonous waters."
Chu Yuan uttered deeply, "This lake was once a spiritual lake, able to nourish all things, but extremes bring reversal. Now it's become a dead lake; whatever it cultivates will perish."
Though it had become a dead lake, Chu Yuan wasn't concerned and directly took it away.
This is great material for poison; it can be used for refining.
Whooo!
Chu Yuan was just leaving the lake when suddenly an icy, bone-chilling aura swept over. He looked up sharply and saw a mass of gray-black mist in the distance.
Within the mist, there were shadowy specters, full of unwilling resentment, wildly dancing about.
