Shen Luo's lips curled into a slight smile, and the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand pierced into the pool's bottom. Gently levering it along the edge of the black stone at the bottom, he pried it out with a "crack" sound.
Once he took the black pebble away, the spring eye at the center of the pool instantly vanished, and no spring water emerged anymore.
Shen Luo paid no attention, repeating the process to pry out the white pebble.
Holding the two stones in his palms, Shen Luo couldn't help but feel a very strange sensation; the two stones with different attributes had a peculiar feeling of mutual repulsion yet mutual attraction.
At the same time, the Chaos Black Lotus on Shen Luo's arm grew somewhat impatient, its roots continuously extending along Shen Luo's arm toward his palm, almost unable to suppress its strong desire for the two pieces of innate stones.
