The faint mist gently wriggled, with a blood-colored glow pouring down from the top of the firmament, passing through the clouds and mist.
The surrounding crowds were coming and going, having cleared most of the twisted and chaotic flesh in the vicinity.
He Ao stood calmly beside the shaft, absorbing the energy brought up from the well's spring.
Once he had absorbed all the energy, the people cleaning around were almost done. He raised Vestara's Spear and brought up a bit more spring water.
Compared to before, the spring water brought up from the well was considerably less.
He Ao reached out to try touching, and compared to the beginning, the damp feeling in the shaft required him to probe deeply to touch it.
The 'spring water' in the shaft was clearly not endless.
But He Ao didn't insist. His physical fitness had now surged to over seven thousand, nearing eight thousand, and the divine sense accumulated in his mind had also exceeded its original state.
