The pillar of light was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the clouds.
The once-calm surface of the lake, with the pillar of light at its center, now churned with surging turquoise waves that rippled and rolled outward.
Inside Swallow River Palace.
Hu Qi stood up and, with a single step, appeared outside the palace.
Patches of golden light, cast through the lake's surface, shifted across his face, making his pair of crimson vertical pupils flicker between light and shadow.
A strange look flickered across Hu Qi's face as he gazed at the golden pillar of light that shot into the sky.
Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still at a loss for words now that it was actually happening.
He had considered finding the Dragon Transformation Spring ahead of time to absorb the Immortal Energy within.
According to the threads of fate, the Dragon Transformation Spring was supposed to be in Tai Ze Lake.
