Huangquan Sha Hai.
This desert seed forged by the Supre Ruler of the Netherworld. It was shrouded in an eternal, pervasive, thick fog that emitted a gloomy and cold aura.
The mist was not condensed from ordinary water vapor. Instead, it was comprised of wailing souls and sorrowful mories. It silently devoured everything around it, rendering all blurred and mysterious.
The sand beneath their feet was not made of ordinary grains. It possessed a ghastly, bone-pale color, as if ford from the ashes of countless beings who had once lived, ground into bone dust by eons of agony.
They twinkled with a faint, cold light.
Each step stirred a series of mournful cries, as if the departed souls were narrating their tales of discontent.
In this vast desert, deathly silence and despair intertwined. Each grain of sand whispered secrets of death. The air was thick with an extre, oppressive suffocation, as if even ti itself had been frozen by the netherworld’s indifference.
And yet, this was a region only the deceased could tread.
Qi Xiu, however, indifferently followed Tuo Zhou, who was shrouded in black cloth, stepping forward and leaving footprints in the sand.
"Are you really alright?" Tuo Zhou glanced back repeatedly at the tranquil Qi Xiu behind him. He had been holding back for a while but finally couldn’t resist asking.
"Should anything be wrong with ?" Surprised, Qi Xiu looked up at Tuo Zhou’s strange gaze and couldn’t help but ask in return.
"This is Huangquan, the world of the deceased. The air is thick with Nether Yin Miasma, so suprely Yin and heavy that a normal person would die on the spot from inhaling a single breath.
"Even an Initiate Realm cultivator can’t withstand it and would need to lie in a coffin, to be pulled by to Hundred Coffin Mountain.
"But looking at you, it seems like you’re completely unaffected."
Tuo Zhou explained the reason for his doubts.
The land of Huangquan is the world of darkness, entirely different from the world of the living.
The environnt here is intensely hostile to living beings.
Yet, when Qi Xiu entered Huangquan, he seed to feel nothing at all.
Huangquan’s suppressive force on the living showed no effect on him whatsoever.
"Oh, I see. The Dharma Gate I cultivate has so resistance to Nether Yin Miasma, so it’s not a problem," Qi Xiu casually explained.
"The Secret of the Primordial Dragon-Tiger Scripture" encompasses both Yin and Yang, governs Hunyuan, and can draw upon all energies between heaven and earth as its source.
This Nether Yin Miasma is no exception.
"Oh, is that so?" Tuo Zhou’s expression carried a hint of skepticism.
Nether Yin Miasma is the very breath of the Huangquan world, nonexistent in the world of the living. What kind of cultivation technique could have resistance to this energy?
But Tuo Zhou did not voice any more doubts. The young Daoist before him exuded a robust presence, as if carrying an entire world within him, radiating an extrely profound and imnse aura.
His Tuo Zhou clan possessed an innate ability to sense danger.
From this young Daoist, he clearly sensed an imnsely terrifying presence—unbelievably strong!
anwhile, Qi Xiu and Tuo Zhou continued through Huangquan Sha Hai, one in front and the other behind.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound ca from a certain direction.
"Hm?" With his sharp senses, Qi Xiu was the first to detect this anomaly. He turned his head towards the direction of the sound.
"Is it raining?"
"Raining? What do you an?" Hearing Qi Xiu, Tuo Zhou turned his head in confusion.
Pointing to his left rear, Qi Xiu said slowly, "Thirty li from here, it’s raining. Does it rain in Huangquan too?"
Hearing this, Tuo Zhou was stunned for a mont, then his expression changed drastically as he suddenly realized.
"Not good! It’s ng Po! We need to go, now!"
Before his words faded, Qi Xiu and Tuo Zhou transford into streaks of blue and black light, abruptly shooting away.
The pale sand sea was torn by two long ravines, the churned-up dust spiraling into the sky like furious dragons.
"ng Po is one of the most terrifying anomalies in Huangquan. Whenever they appear, they invariably command a torrential downpour.
"That’s no ordinary rain. Anyone drenched by it or who drinks it will have all their mories instantly wiped away—it’s utterly dreadful.
"The other anomalies in Huangquan have a na for that rain.
"They call it ng Po Soup!"
As they fled at top speed, Tuo Zhou explained to Qi Xiu.
"Doesn’t your Tuo Zhou clan have an innate ability to sense danger? If ng Po Soup is so dangerous, why didn’t you sense it earlier?" Learning that the sound of rain was actually the mory-erasing ng Po Soup, Qi Xiu glanced back before questioning Tuo Zhou.
"There’s a saying in the world of the living: ’For everything, there is a counter.’
"Indeed, my Tuo Zhou clan can sense danger.
"But ng Po is one of the most formidable anomalies in Huangquan. They always arrive like a shadow and depart without a trace.
"Forget ; even anomalies far stronger than I am cannot accurately sense ng Po’s appearance.
"Their unique gift is to obscure all ons and perceptions."
Qi Xiu and Tuo Zhou fled onward at extre speed, desperately trying to escape the dreadful ng Po.
But the ng Po, having appeared so suddenly, seed to have locked onto them.
The ROARING sound of the downpour, sotis distant, sotis near, could not be shaken off.
It looks like we’re targeted, Tuo Zhou thought, his expression turning grave. His eyes darted about as he rapidly searched for a counterasure.
"Running like this is no solution. Since we can’t evade them, we won’t!" Qi Xiu declared, turning to face the dark clouds and the torrential rain pouring from them. With a flick of his sleeve, he cast out thirty-six Cloud Seal Talismans.
BOOM—
The Thirty-six Lightning Pupils Great Formation!
Instantly, the void filled with icy eyes, each brewing terrifying thunder. As they slowly opened, colossal beams of thunderlight roared out. The sand sea for a hundred li around trembled, and the air crackled with visible, dazzling sparks.
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