The crystal-clear river flowed past Wang Chen with a babbling rush.
A faint mist hung over the water's surface.
No one knew how long this underground river was. On both sides lay pitch-black darkness, the cavern rising more than three zhang high.
The rock walls on either side bore countless marks carved by flowing water.
It was not yet the high-water season, so the riverbed appeared shallow, blanketed in fine sand and pebbles.
Wang Chen raised his head and glanced at the fissure he had descended through.
He considered how to escape.
Wang Chen was not the least bit flustered. Even deep underground, with his master-level Earth Stone Technique, he could dig a passage back to the surface.
And it would not take very long.
He carefully surveyed his surroundings, pondering where it would be most suitable to begin.
Just then, Wang Chen's gaze abruptly sharpened.
He saw a corpse floating down from the upper reaches of the underground river. The dead man's clothing looked exceedingly familiar!
Wang Chen immediately reached out and activated the Object Manipulation Technique, drawing the corpse from the river onto the shore.
The man's face was deathly pale, his eyes stretched wide open, as though he had seen something unimaginably terrifying before he died. Terror still lingered in his pupils.
The corpse was unnaturally gaunt, its skin tightly wrapped around its bones, making its clothes appear loose and ill-fitting.
Yet Wang Chen recognized at a glance that it was the standard dharma robe of a true disciple of the Yunyang Sect!
The fatal wound was at the throat. Flesh and blood were mangled, as if some wild beast had ripped open his windpipe.
Then drained him of blood!
Thinking of those true disciples who had disembarked from the Flying Ship earlier, as well as the