Chen Mo took out another bottle, attempting to collect the water. However, the moment it entered the bottle, the intense Magic Power within the brook instantly dissipated, making it impossible to take away.
"This isn't the source of the Holy Devil Spring," Yusheng Liuyin said to Chen Mo. "Although it seems rich in Magic Power, it's unstable and dissipates upon extraction. To obtain it, we must find the true source of the Holy Devil Spring."
"That shouldn't be too difficult. We just need to follow the stream to its source."
Chen Mo immediately took flight, heading upstream along the brook.
Yusheng Liuyin followed closely. Soon, they had flown several thousand meters along the brook.
"What's going on with this lair? Why is it so enormous?" Yusheng Liuyin wondered aloud.
Yusheng Liuyin felt something was off, and Chen Mo also sensed the anomaly.
They had flown for so long without finding the source of the Holy Devil Spring. Something feels off, Chen Mo mused.
