Chapter 2482: Where's my fish?

For Human Race cultivators from Beyond the Heavens, the danger level of Dazehu is indeed not high.

After all, it lies so close to the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, and moreover it has been swept over by countless Human Race cultivators an untold number of times.

In recent years, appearances of Beyond the Heavens' alien races have become rare.

However, perhaps precisely because of this, it was actually quite easy for these three Beyond the Heavens' alien beings to secretly infiltrate Dazehu.

Because Dazehu's defenses are almost nonexistent.

They weren't detected by anyone, so these three Beyond the Heavens' alien beings appeared quite relaxed.

Moreover, for this trip to Dazehu, they had made thorough preparations, even bringing out the treasures of their clan.

Relying on this treasure, they could completely control the marsh fish in Dazehu.

But don't underestimate these marsh fish; although they are swift, in other aspects they are merely average.

But as the saying goes, many ants can bite down an elephant; with so many marsh fish in Dazehu, if they swarm together, their strength should not be underestimated.

At this moment, the three Beyond the Heavens' alien beings silently rushed toward one of the lakes.

At this moment, several groups of young cultivators had come to the lakeside for training, but each of them stood there with worried, grim faces.

"Damn it, half a day has passed and we haven't caught a single fish!"

"Exactly, although marsh fish are hard to catch, it shouldn't be this difficult, right?"

"I checked, and it's not just us; everyone else over there has come up empty-handed as well."

The many young cultivators by this lakeside are now filled with suspicion.

They all know that the marsh fish in Dazehu are extremely fast and hard to catch.

But no matter how difficult, it shouldn't be this bad; if just one or two teams had no harvest, that would be understandable.

But now, over ten teams of young cultivators have gathered by the lakeside, numbering over a hundred people.

But after several Shíchén have passed, they still haven't caught a single marsh fish.

It's not just one or two people who came up empty; everyone did.

The lake surface is eerily calm, and the formations they set up show not a hint of movement—this is absurd.

It can't be that there are no fish left in the lake, can it?

Such a thought inevitably arises in their minds, but as soon as it appears, they shake their heads and dismiss it.

How could that be? Such a large lake couldn't possibly have lost all its fish.

"Brother, could it be that our method is wrong?"

"Impossible, this is your first time here; I've come three times before and always used this method."

"Then why haven't we caught even one?"

"Wait a bit longer; catching marsh fish inherently requires patience."

A young cultivator visiting Dazehu for the first time was full of doubt, but his experienced companion beside him gritted his teeth and said.

Although his heart was likewise filled with uncertainty, he still held onto hope.

Perhaps the marsh fish in the lake today are especially cautious.

Although it seems strange, everyone still hasn't chosen to give up.

What the many young cultivators don't know is that, in the darkness, three pairs of icy eyes are fixedly staring at them.

Those three Beyond the Heavens' alien beings, after sneaking up to the lakeside, have not revealed their presence.

Their goal this time is certainly not to engage these Human Race cultivators in direct combat.

With just the three of them, a head‑on clash would offer no chance of victory; it is safer to strike from the shadows.

Moreover, they have brought the treasures of their clan, which are capable of controlling these marsh fish, a kind of aquatic aberrant beast.

"These Human Race youths are truly useless; after all this time, they haven't even managed to catch a single fish."

Looking at the countless Human Race youths with no gains, one of the Beyond the Heavens' alien beings couldn't help but sneer, his laughter full of mockery.

If it were their own kind, catching these marsh fish in the water would be easy as pie.

But these Human Race cultivators have been at it for so long and still have nothing to show for it—it's downright laughable.

Upon hearing this, the other two Beyond the Heavens' alien beings nearby also couldn't help but snicker.

Their eyes were likewise filled with contempt.

Seeing that no one had noticed them, the central Beyond the Heavens' alien being took out a treasure resembling a conch.

This conch was refined by their clan, and only their clan can refine it.

As long as they blow this conch, they can control nearby aquatic aberrant beasts.

Depending on the conch's grade, the strength of the aberrant beasts it controls can be strong or weak.

The conch treasure they brought this time, although not of particularly high grade in their clan,

is still more than sufficient to control the marsh fish of Dazehu, with no problem at all.

When the time comes to control these marsh fish to surround and attack the Human Race cultivators, taken by surprise, they will surely inflict heavy casualties.

It can be said that, with this conch in hand, within the Dazehu region they hold the home advantage.

His eyes brimming with confidence, he then gently blew the conch.

The conch emitted no sound at all, yet a mysterious ripple slowly spread outward and then sank into the water.

Under this ripple, the marsh fish in the lake will be instantly controlled, becoming their claws and fangs.

It seemed as if they could already see the marsh fish in the lake suddenly erupting, swarming to attack those Human Race cultivators.

But after waiting more than ten breaths, the lake surface remained as still as an ancient well, utterly tranquil.

Not to mention a marsh‑fish uprising, not even a single bubble surfaced.

For a moment, the three of them were somewhat dazed—this shouldn't be happening, right?

They exchanged a glance, and the other two Beyond the Heavens' alien beings voiced their puzzlement.

"You didn't blow it?"

"I did blow it."

"What about the fish?"

"Don't panic, I'll try again."

Just now maybe there was an accident above; it clearly had already blown this conch magic treasure, so how could the lake fish in the lake have no movement at all? It's completely not supposed to be.

Not yet realizing the seriousness of the matter, immediately, this Beyond the Heavens outsider blew the conch in hand again.

This time its expression was obviously much more serious, thinking that just now it probably hadn't blown it well, so the conch's ability hadn't been fully exerted, and was still insufficient to control the lake fish in the lake.

This time it exerted its full effort; it couldn't possibly fail again.

That mysterious undulation appeared again, and this time all three Beyond the Heavens outsiders clearly felt it.

This should be fine now.

The three Beyond the Heavens outsiders thought that, and then waited for any movement of the lake fish in the lake.

But after waiting more than ten breaths, the lake surface still had no movement at all, and the many Human Race cultivators arranged there also encountered no danger, still puzzling over it.

Likewise, at this moment the three Beyond the Heavens outsiders also felt depressed, their eyes full of doubtful color.

The Beyond the Heavens outsider who had just blown the conch also muttered strangely.

"It shouldn't be like this, where are the fish? How come there isn't even a single one?"

It definitely had earnestly deployed the magic treasure just now; logically it shouldn't fail, it's not right, something's off.

But after waiting a while longer, there still wasn't the slightest movement in the lake; where did the lake fish in the lake go?