Three Questions About Heaven
Biên tập viên: Misty Cloud Translations
The eyes of the cultivators who had rushed over widened as they stared at the dry lake in front of them in stunned silence. Their mouths were agape like they had duck eggs stuffed in them.
The lake was formed by the condensation of the water in the centre of the island here. It was unknown how many years ago it had been formed. In particular, the lake was deep and there was a Sacred Beast level white python that guarded the golden lotuses, no matter how strong the strength of the people who had tried to pick the golden lotuses, they often died in the lake.
But now, not only the golden lotuses had disappeared, even the water in the lake and the white python had disappeared and all that was left was a large dry hole. How could they not be dumbfounded?
However, there was no one else here besides them, and they had only just arrived. Even if they hadn't just arrived, they didn't have the ability to dry up this lake.