This spring isn't wide, only about a foot in size, situated in a pool built with blue stones, surrounded by a faint illusion array for protection.
Yet Gu Yuan merely let his sleeve flow lightly, releasing Sword Qi that easily shattered the illusion array.
"Drip! Drip!"
The faint sound of flowing water kept resounding, and a light and ethereal aura washed over him. Gu Yuan felt a shiver throughout his body, as if his entire mind and body were cleansed, giving him a sense of floating.
"The Treasure Spring of the Spirit Island, this really is the foundation for life and survival!"
Looking at the clear Spiritual Spring in front of him, Gu Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
The Demon Race of the Nanpo Water Realm fought to the death and refused to retreat, primarily because they couldn't bear to part with the productions of these Spirit Islands.
This era is no longer the Ancient Times. Whether it's the Human Race or the Demon Race, cultivation requires immense resources.
