“Hm? Isn’t this just like the water we encountered when we first came here?” Yun Jianyue exclaimed in surprise. They had entered from the fiend races’ Imperial Tomb, then appeared in the Feather Abyss. The water there didn’t have any buoyancy, and even feathers sank in it. Even someone as powerful as the Fiend Emperor had suffered bitterly there.

They had actually been quite fortunate to be inside the Fiend Emperor’s sleeves; otherwise, with their cultivation, they might have already died as soon as they entered the secret dungeon.

“Judging from the way the water is flowing, it seems to be headed toward the Feather Abyss,” Zu An remarked after observing the area from an elevated position. He said to Yan Xuehen without thinking, “Lend me a feather.”

Yan Xuehen immediately stared at him with murderous intent. Only then did Zu An realize what he had said. He quickly added, “Ah, my bad, it was just a slip of the tongue. Lend me a strand of hair.”

Yan Xuehen...