Mo Fan went deeper into the forest using his Shadow Elemental magic. He moved swiftly like a Night Demon Raven. The strange plants surrounding him came to a halt. They no longer laughed eerily or formed frightening faces.
But the chill from Mo Fan's dark vein lingered, keeping his nerves tense. He must not let down his guard.
The surrounding creatures were not illusions. If he revealed his weakness, they would immediately devour him. He did not want to die at the hands of these creatures.
As he went into the depths of the Divine Wood Well, he saw a bright light. He pulled the ghostly 'hands' of the branches away and walked on the fallen leaves which resembled rotting flesh and bones. Mo Fan saw the Cold Lake.
The Cold Lake emitted a chilly air. There were no water ripples on its surface. In fact, there was not even the slightest bit of air ventilation in the Divine Wood Well, let alone wind. The Cold Lake remained flat and undisturbed.