Ren Feifan certainly didn't know Ren Feicheng came to Pilgrimage Mountain.
At this moment, his cold eyes swept over the entire lake bottom.
The deeper he went, the more he felt as if a pair of eyes were staring fixedly at him.
Not only that, but an immense archaic presence was desperately rushing in from all directions!
This presence even condensed into sharp wind blades!
Ren Feifan stomped his foot, circulating True Qi to resist, but found that these wind blades penetrated everything without hindrance!
A blood mark appeared on his cheek, faint but still visible, showing the terrifying nature of this archaic presence.
"It seems going further in is impossible now."
In Ren Feifan's mind, the voice of the Little Sapling constantly sounded, pointing to the direction inside.
But the aura here, even with the exposition of his Bloodline, might not allow him entry.
Even the path leading to the top of Pilgrimage Mountain was quite different.
What should he do?
