I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong
Chapter 378 341: Dripping Water Wears Through Stone

For the next two days, Tian Lin rested in the high sky.

He found that in just half a month, more and more people had gathered in the sea.

None of these people were on boats; most of them were sliding across the sea on giant swords.

"Are they Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators? Why are these people here for no apparent reason?"

Tian Lin didn't think they were cultivating, as these people were just surfing on the sea without stopping at all.

They neither inhaled nor stopped to practice, instead, they seemed to be searching for something on the sea.

"The Immortal Sinking Pond is filled with rampant Sword Qi; even spiritual tools can't linger long without damage. If these people aren't looking for a Dao Artifact, they're searching for an Immortal Sword!"

Tian Lin wasn't very interested in the Immortal Sword because he lacked the strength to control it. If he forcibly possessed it, he might instead be harmed by the Immortal Sword.

Moreover, the saying "One is guilty if he has a prized possession" held him back, and Tian Lin didn't want to become a target for a useless item.

After only staying above the Immortal Sinking Pond for two days, Tian Lin went into the Immortal Sinking Pond again.

This time, he entered at a more distant offshore location, where the sect disciples could no longer be seen.

As soon as he dived into the sea, he actively used his spiritual sense to absorb the Sword Qi in the sea.

This action seemingly angered the Immortal Sword within the Immortal Sinking Pond, generating a larger whirlpool than before, engulfing Tian Lin into the sea.

At the same time, inexplicable currents surged on the sea surface of the Immortal Sinking Pond.

Beehive-like whirlpools suddenly appeared on the sea.

The first to suffer were those surfing on flying swords or by other means—most of them were also Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators.

The whirlpools, regardless of age or gender, pulled these people into them, forcing them to sink.

Coincidentally, a whirlwind formed from sea wind swept up high above the Immortal Sinking Pond.

The cultivators, thinking they were safe, were all dragged into the Immortal Sinking Pond.

The storm quickly swept over the sea, startling the people living along the coast near Pingyang County.

Those people no longer dared to meditate on the shore, instead they kept far away from the coast.

Everyone watched the dense fog over the sea with awe, and someone couldn't help but say:

"It must be the Immortal Sword in the sea that got angry—Immortal Swords have their intelligence and hate being disturbed on the sea. This time, who knows how many people will die."

Some people said, "I think the opposite—this storm indicates that the Immortal Sword is about to emerge, which is an opportunity for us."

Without exception, everyone believed that the changes in the Immortal Sinking Pond were caused by the Immortal Sword.

Yet, none of them talked about the people who perished in the storm—clearly, everyone thought that those drawn into the storm in the Immortal Sinking Pond were unlikely to survive.

They didn't feel sorry for those unlucky souls drowned in the sea, instead, some even took pleasure in their misfortune—of course, this did not include people like Cui'er from the sword holder line.

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"Who is it, who is absorbing Sword Qi in the Immortal Sinking Pond like me?"

Within the whirlpool, ice started forming over Tian Lin.

But his attention was on the other whirlpools outside, and he noticed that besides himself, there were others being wrapped and pulled down by the whirlpool.

"Are they Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators?"

Tian Lin vaguely saw the figure of a sect disciple in one of the ice blocks.

He felt both surprised and impressed: "The Sword Sect indeed has some means. They actually have a way to counter the Sword Qi in the Immortal Sinking Pond!"

Unfortunately, the 'ice forming' speed of the Sword Qi was too quick, and Tian Lin was soon completely covered by ice, unable to see or hear what was happening outside.

Otherwise, he would have heard the abrupt cries of pain from the sect disciples.

These Sword Sect or non-sect cultivators, due to varying cultivation levels and strength, some died quickly while others died slowly.

The slow-fading ones were covered by layers of ice, until after their form and spirit were extinguished, the frost stopped thickening.

The slow-dying ones had no choice but to form a large ice coffin.

Regardless of small ice blocks or large ice coffins, they all sank steadily down. A spectacular scene was forming within the Immortal Sinking Pond.

Sadly, this scene could not be seen by people inside or outside.

Because of some reasons, Tian Lin didn't die even after reaching the bottom.

But because of this, after reaching the bottom, he was covered by an iceberg the size of a small mountain.

The ice was so thick that it couldn't be shattered from the inside with brute force. He had to slowly dissolve the Sword Qi crystals to escape from inside.

Those who sank to form an iceberg and didn't die all had an iceberg of the same size as Tian Lin on them.

Unfailingly, all of these individuals had at least Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, and most were Sword Cultivators, or those with extremely powerful strength or Magical Treasures.

These people had to rely on their strength to dispel the Sword Qi surrounding them, so even as Nascent Soul experts, their speed was no faster than Tian Lin. Some were even slower than Tian Lin.

"Why is the ice formed by this Sword Qi so thick this time?"

A month had passed, and Tian Lin's cultivation had already reached the late-stage Foundation Establishment.

His Sea of Consciousness was much broader and wider than ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"My spiritual sense can't penetrate the ice barrier to probe outside, and the oxygen isn't very sufficient. If this goes on, even as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I fear I'll die with regret on the spot!"

Tian Lin never imagined he would run out of oxygen after entering the sea!

Typically, for someone in the late-stage Foundation Establishment, the oxygen in the water was enough to absorb.

From his cultivation journey thus far, Tian Lin had never heard of a Foundation Establishment cultivator suffocating to death. He feared he might become the one who died from lack of oxygen—a joke that might echo even after his death.

Another half month passed, and Tian Lin began to feel slightly breathless. Yet, he still couldn't sense any sign of the ice layer breaking.

The ice layer formed by this Sword Qi doesn't belong to water nor can it be melted by fire.

Earth excavation or thunder have no effect on this Sword Qi without exception.

The only way to break the ice was to devour the Sword Qi—but that was incredibly time-consuming.

"Actually, there's no need to scramble randomly; no matter how thick the ice, perseverance can wear it down!"

Tian Lin realized he had been mistaken before!

Because of the lack of oxygen, he had always been thinking about getting out.

But on further thought, not being able to get out didn't mean he couldn't acquire oxygen!

He stopped trying to clear a path for himself and instead used his spiritual sense to probe and erode a hole about the size of a needle's eye.

This way, his speed in penetrating the hard ice increased. Within just half a month, he had bored through two zhang of thick ice. The needle-sized holes weren't enough to form a path for Tian Lin to move through.

But the needle-sized holes were enough to let water trickle into the ice.

With water, Tian Lin no longer worried about oxygen deprivation.

As long as there was enough oxygen, Tian Lin wasn't afraid of not being able to escape this iceberg.