The deep, pitch-black lake water resembled the entrance to an abyss, its gaping maw wide open, waiting for prey to step into its trap. Beneath this so-called "abyss," however, were countless unseen whirlpools of varying sizes.
If someone were to look at the seemingly calm surface and think the lake was peaceful, they would likely be torn apart and swallowed whole by those whirlpools during any deeper exploration.
Of course, no treacherous otherworldly terrain could halt the pace of a Curse Forbidden Master. Limp Seventh Brother's body shimmered with specks of faint light. The simple array powered by the "Wandering Dragon Technique" enveloped him completely, allowing him to navigate effortlessly between the whirlpools.
He soon reached the bottom of the deep lake, where there was nothing but emptiness.
"Almost there. Need a hand?"
A majestic and imposing voice descended from above, ringing in the old man's ear.
