It was the legendary Immortal Living Pool.
The sacred pool that no disciple was allowed to see. The one said to connect directly with the Heavenly sky Dao itself.
Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of golden lotuses bloomed across its surface, each releasing faint strands of mist-like essence into the air. The very pool rippled with life, as though breathing.
But at its heart… on a grand, divine lotus with 1008 leaflets, a figure sat.
A being shaped entirely from water. Feminine. Serene. Divine.
She was seated in a lotus position, eyes closed, unmoving. Yet from above her, endless droplets of rain—glimmering silver-blue—fell from the mist and disappeared into the pool below.
Kent stepped forward, awestruck.
"Who… is she?"
Elder Liam spoke softly. "She is the Spirit of the Pool. The original consciousness of this mountain. A divine being that formed when the Dao of life, water, and soul merged."
Kent turned to him.
"You brought me here to…"
