The Spirit Well shimmered beneath Mo Han's feet, glowing like a pool of captured starlight.
He closed his eyes, exhaling once.
"This is it."
Without another thought, Mo Han stepped forward and jumped.
The liquid aura embraced him like silk. It wasn't cold or warm — it was beyond temperature, pure essence pressing against every pore of his body. As he sank deeper, his vision filled with light. The Spirit Well wasn't water — it was pure spiritual fluid, luminous and alive.
Every breath filled his veins with energy.
He crossed his legs mid-submersion, his body floating effortlessly, and began his cultivation.
Immediately, the entire pool reacted. Ripples spread outward from his body as though the Spirit Well itself recognized his presence. Its glow brightened, converging around him in swirling rings of gold and silver. The aura energy rushed toward him in waves, thick streams of essence funneling into his dantian.
