Chapter 127: Exerting all efforts, yet seeing death and not rescuing

Just watch how I break this lake's weird taboo!

Although Jiang Tai Mu was trapped in the waters of Vast Sea Lake, his posture remained tall and straight like a pine.

Break it for me!

He let out an angry shout, and a powerful burst of light suddenly exploded around him.

Sharp light shot from his eyes, as if it wanted to tear apart the gelatinous lake water.

But after the light.

He remained deeply trapped in the vast lake water, unable to free himself.

This is a bit tricky.

Jiang Tai Mu's brows knitted tightly, and his expression grew somewhat solemn.

Immediately, his eyes became firm, as if he had made a decision.

Since ordinary methods won't break it, let's try using brute force to smash it.

He couldn't believe that his strength as a Quasi-Emperor Late Stage cultivator would actually fail to break this lake's bond.

Hmph!

He let out a muffled grunt, and his vast spiritual power surged like boiling magma, gathering tumultuously toward his palm.

In an instant.

The light in his palm shone brilliantly, as if it had condensed a blazing sun.

He thrust his fist forward, slamming it onto the lake surface above with a thunderous boom; the fist wind howled, actually blowing a deep gouge out of the lakebed's sand and mud.

Boom!

With this punch, it was as if heaven and earth were collapsing; the entire Azure Sea Lake seemed struck by an ancient beast, and the lake surface instantly rose into towering waves.

The lake water surged like a raging flood, rushing wildly in all directions; wherever it passed, the lakebed rocks were shattered by the impact, and even space seemed torn by this ferocious force into grotesque rifts.

With his full-powered strike as a Quasi-Emperor Late Stage cultivator, not only this tiny Azure Sea Lake, even a first-rate sect would surely be destroyed.

However.

Jiang Tai Mu stood tall with his head held high, his stern face full of anticipation, quietly awaiting the moment the lake surface would shatter.

But much time passed.

Yet the lake surface above his head gradually calmed, as if the shocking storm just now had never happened.

How could this be?

It actually can't break this bond?

Jiang Tai Mu's brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes full of disbelief, and his stern face showed no trace of relaxation.

Instead,

His gaze gradually grew stern; after all, he was an elder of a great sect, having seen countless storms, and he soon calmed down again.

I'd like to see just what extraordinary quality this lake possesses to withstand my strike.

Having said that,

He then took out another fishing rod; in his hand, the rod was like a sword, like a spear, its power not inferior to either, and it was also his treasure.

Break!

Break! Break!

Break it for me!

Jiang Tai Mu waved the fishing rod; in his hand it burst forth with powerful force, as he tried to break the lake surface or dispel the viscous water clinging to his body.

Several minutes later.

Jiang Tai Mu's emaciated body hovered in the lake water, breathing heavily.

His resolute face remained stern, yet fatigue and exhaustion showed through; his eyes lost their former determination, replaced by a hint of bewilderment.

He fiercely attacked the lake, but not only failed to break the surface, he couldn't even disperse the water binding his body.

On the contrary, repeatedly using his spiritual power had the lake water drain away most of his vitality.

This lake water, why is it so strange?

Jiang Tai Mu gritted his teeth; at this moment he felt immense regret—if he had gone earlier to find Lin Yang for revenge, how could he have ended up trapped here?

Now, not only can he not get out, he can't even send a message to the outside world; could it be that he's truly destined to die here?

How regrettable.

Had I known, I wouldn't have gone fishing.

Just then.

He suddenly felt the lake water behind him churn violently, as if some terrifying creature were about to emerge.

He instantly turned around, adopting a defensive stance at great speed.

All he saw was a school of large fish slowly appearing in the lake, their number too great to count.

Their bodies were huge, each fish about the same size as that purple-scaled giant fish.

Their scales flashed with light as they swam freely through the water, and wherever they passed the lake seemed sliced by a blade, giving rise to turbulent dark currents.

At the same time, these fish were all suffused with strong spiritual energy; a mere wisp of it made Jiang Tai Mu feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his soul seeming on the verge of freezing.

Fortunately,

these fish did not attack him.

However,

Upon seeing such abundant fish resources here,

He was both fearful and excited.

If he could cast two lines.

If all these big fish were hooked into my secret realm lake, then my strength would definitely reach the level of opposing the Great Emperor realm.

Of course.

This is merely his delusional fantasy.

At this moment.

He is trapped here, his vitality constantly being devoured; he will die.

Thinking of this.

Jiang Taomu's breathing involuntarily quickened as he exclaimed, "What on earth formed this lake? It doesn't seem like someone set a trap up there."

"How exactly can I get out?"

He was somewhat frantic.

As everyone knows, if someone had laid out this lake, no matter how ingenious the layout, there would always be traces.

But what lies before my eyes, everything in this lake is too real, real beyond imagination.

He couldn't fathom how such a terrifying place could be hidden on this ordinary Heavenly Dao Peak.

Moreover.

The lake's binding and devouring power seemed to be continually strengthening, making Jiang Taomu feel as if sitting on pins and needles.

"No, I absolutely cannot be buried here."

"Is there anyone who can save me!"

Meanwhile.

Lin Yang hummed a little tune, holding a specially made large fishing net, leisurely arriving at the edge of Vast Sea Lake.

This fishing net, which he casually wove from hemp rope, he wasn't even sure if it could catch fish.

Besides, he usually doesn't need to cultivate, so naturally he has plenty of time to fish.

Those who have the intention will succeed.

Who knows if my luck is good enough to really net a big fish?

Thinking this, just as he was about to cast his first net, he inadvertently noticed a shadow moving in the lake.

He took a closer look.

"This person..."

"He seems somewhat familiar."

"Oh!"

"I remember now—he isn't that little old man who competed with me for the Heavenly Mandate, is he? His name seems to be Jiang Taomu."

"How could he be here?"

Lin Yang couldn't help but look curiously at Jiang Taomu thrashing in the lake, seeing his hands constantly gesturing something and his feet frantically paddling in the water.

That appearance was exactly like a drowned land duck; if anyone saw it, they'd surely think he had slipped and fallen into the water, desperately struggling to survive.

But Lin Yang knew full well in his heart that this old fellow's power was unfathomable—how could he easily drown?

"He must be playing in the water."

Lin Yang muttered to himself.

Besides, this old fellow is too unserious; at his age, his swimming posture is truly ridiculous, making him involuntarily shake his head and wryly smile.

So he simply ignored him.

He turned and walked to another side to cast his fishing net.

Meanwhile, Jiang Taomu, desperately pleading for help in the lake, saw this scene.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

He flailed his arms and legs, baring his teeth and claws, trying to draw Lin Yang's attention.

But this guy ignored him?

Why is that?

Could it be that he's refusing to save a dying person?

Thinking this,

A hint of gloomy death flashed across his eyes.

You brat, first you toyed with me, and now you refuse to save a dying man—I will not coexist with you under the same sky.

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