Following their gaze, Yang Yan looked over and discovered that, to the right in front of them, there was actually a small silver-white pool.
Needless to say, this small pool must have been formed by liquefied Power of Origin.
It formed a stark contrast with the surrounding desolation.
All the way here, Yang Yan had not seen a single blade of grass or any water source, yet here there was a pool formed by Power of Origin—this was clearly not simple.
Yang Yan couldn't help folding his arms in thought, muttering to himself, "This doesn't make sense. In theory, after so many years, this Power of Origin should have dispersed everywhere. How come it not only hasn't dissipated, but has instead gathered together and even formed this little pool?"
Just then, his eyes twitched—he seemed to have seen something in the pool move just now!
"Careful!" Yang Yan shouted explosively, instantly rousing all the True Essence in his body and entering battle-ready mode.
