Chapter 1071: Mysterious Creature

Although Chu Feng and the other twenty-five had become the center of attention — even being regarded as individuals of exceptional talent — they were still vastly inferior to the Ancient Elves. After all, more than six hundred Ancient Elves had entered the Ancient Immortal Pool, and not a single one among those six hundred had left yet. All of them had withstood the terrifying pressure emanating from the depths.

"The Ancient Elves are incredible. Not a single one left that body of water," some remarked upon seeing this, as though they had long expected it. But people like Wang Wei were utterly stunned.

"I've heard that the Ancient Elves were originally born from the Ancient Immortal Pool itself. The pool would reject other species, but how could it reject the very beings it had given birth to?" Elder Gongsun explained.

"Born from the Ancient Immortal Pool? Elder Gongsun, what exactly are the Ancient Elves at their core?" Wang Wei and the others asked curiously.

But to their question, Elder Gongsun simply shook his head. "That has always been a mystery. There are many theories, but no one has ever been able to confirm which one is true."

Swish swish swish swish swish—

Right at that moment, the Ancient Elves suddenly flipped their bodies and dove into the Ancient Immortal Pool like leaping carp, their graceful arcs cutting into the water. With astonishing speed, they plunged into the pitch-black depths of the pool.

Swish swish swish swish swish—

Following them, Yuan Qing, Qin Guang, and the others also flipped and dove in, just as the Ancient Elves had, beginning their descent into the depths.

However, aside from Yuan Qing and Qin Guang, no one else could match the Ancient Elves' speed. Some who had just begun to descend immediately resurfaced, their faces strained with effort.

In the end, of the twenty-five who had managed to withstand the outward pressure, only twenty successfully dove deeper and gradually descended. But soon, more could hold on no longer and hurriedly swam back to the surface. Some, however, hovered at a certain depth, choosing not to go any deeper, instead remaining in place and sitting cross-legged in the water to cultivate.

That was the depth they could tolerate, and cultivating there was far better than remaining on the surface.

At this point, among the twenty still descending, fewer than ten could continue. And Chu Feng was quietly among those ten.

Chu Feng's descent was not fast — in fact, it was rather slow, because he could feel that the pressure inside the Ancient Immortal Pool was truly extraordinary. The deeper he went, the stronger that pressure became.

In truth, however, such pressure was nothing to Chu Feng. He could have gone much faster — at least faster than Yuan Qing and Qin Guang, and perhaps even faster than the Ancient Elves.

The reason he moved so slowly was that he wanted to conserve his strength. He intended to progress gradually, letting his body adapt to the changing pressure so he could endure longer.

He knew the Ancient Immortal Pool was immensely deep, and the road to the bottom was still long. Rushing things would accomplish nothing. In a place like this, gradual progression was the better choice.

As he continued his descent, the people around Chu Feng gradually fell behind. They could not withstand the pressure of the deeper waters, while Chu Feng remained perfectly at ease.

By now, Chu Feng had entered the pitch-black zone. Looking up, he could not see a shred of light. It was truly a place where one could not see one's own hand before one's face, and with the terrifying pressure bearing down, even a martial cultivator like Chu Feng could see nothing in this region.

Fortunately, Chu Feng was no ordinary martial cultivator. He was also a Spirit World Master — and not an ordinary one at that. He was a Spirit World Master who possessed the Heavens Eyes.