Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra

The dry well was not large, only about ten feet across.

Wisps of scarlet blood mist rose from its mouth, staining even the nearby air crimson.

Ying Que stood guard some distance away. When he saw Su Yi, he hastily warned, "Mr. Su, this dry well is exceedingly strange. That blood mist is filled with corrosive energy—you must not touch it."

Su Yi nodded and stepped forward, reaching out with one hand.

A clump of blood mist flowed into his palm.

After examining it for a moment, Su Yi said casually, "This is Corpse Evil Qi. Judging by its quality, a 'Corpse Spirit' comparable to a Spirit Path Great cultivator may well have been born in the depths of this dry well."

Ying Que and Ning Sihua exchanged a glance, both revealing alarm.

A Corpse Spirit!

That was an exceedingly terrifying kind of being.

Generally speaking, when a powerful cultivator was killed, if remnants of resentment and a shattered soul remained in the corpse, it could, under the nourishment of Spiritual Qi, possibly transform into a Corpse Spirit.

It resembled the Ghosts of the world, except it was a living creature transformed from a corpse.

"You two stay here and stand guard. I'll go take a look."

Su Yi spoke.

This was the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower Ruins, yet Corpse Evil Qi permeated beneath this dry well.

That undoubtedly meant cultivators had perished within it in the past!

As he spoke, Su Yi had already arrived before the dry well.

"Fellow Daoist, could you take me along to have a look as well?"

Ning Sihua could not help asking.

Su Yi was taken aback. "You aren't afraid of danger?"

Ning Sihua smiled sweetly. "With you here, Fellow Daoist, I wouldn't be afraid even if the heavens came crashing down."