Apollo, the moment he entered, quickly started to absorb the pure divine energy within the lake. His body was like a black hole, rapidly draining the divine energy without any hint of stopping.
The glow of the lake dimmed slightly around him, its power being absorbed so intensely it looked like the stars beneath the water were being extinguished.
Clark and Sara exchanged a glance — no words needed.
The memory of Apollo's battle was still vivid, carved into their souls. They now understood how vast the gap truly was. They weren't weak — they were just mortal flames standing beneath a falling star.
Wordlessly, they also started after him, letting the sacred energy rush over their bodies.
Instantly, their own cultivations began to churn — old bottlenecks shattering, sluggish divine energy circulating faster and purer. Their blood roared, their hearts beat like war drums. A path forward, once obscure, now blazed brightly before them.
