Thunder crackled across the sky, its echoes rolling through the valley, blending with the roar of the waterfall to create an atmosphere akin to the apocalypse.
Xu Lang was the first to descend by rope to the edge of the pool. A massive whirlpool dominated the water, spinning with such violent speed that it churned up layers of waves along the shore. Deep within the vortex, a colossal black hole seemed to pulse, capable of swallowing everything in existence. Low-hanging dark clouds pressed down, nearly brushing the valley walls. The main pavilion and precious crest of King Xian's Tomb were entirely shrouded by the gloom, swallowed by the darkness.
Reaching the water’s edge, Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang, and Wang Fatty stood frozen in shock.
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