He descended the mountain.
Jiang Qiao returned to the Bloody Grassland.
The grassland was not very large.
But it was not small, either.
Finding the rift leading to the space behind the "Air Wall" was no easy task.
If it were easy,
the people from the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest would not have stopped their exploration at Hungry Ghost Valley.
They had only scattered bits of information about the deeper regions.
The biggest problem
was that the passage leading to the other side was not fixed.
It appeared and disappeared intermittently.
It shifted constantly.
It might be here today, somewhere else tomorrow, and all the passages might close the day after that.
Then on the following day,
several passages might open at once.
This randomness,
combined with the passages' inherent concealment, made crossing Hungry Ghost Valley even more difficult.
"If only my true body were here. I could easily sense the different locations of the space. My clone is still somewhat lacking. It's difficult to catch those hidden, moving rifts."
Jiang Qiao walked while observing his surroundings, hoping to find some useful clues.
But let alone a passage,
he had not even encountered a single Evil Spirit.
The entire grassland was eerily quiet, as if he were the only person left in the world.
He walked for half an hour.
Suddenly,
he saw a pool of black blood that was still warm, along with some scraps of cloth, on a rock half-hidden in the wild grass.
"Hm?"
"What's this?"
Jiang Qiao walked over.
"It was left behind recently, probably about five minutes ago."
"This aura..."
He wiped up a little blood and sensed the coldness and dryness on his fingertip, along with the rotten smell hidden within the blackness.
"This coldness and dryness... Shi Jin Jia."
"He really is still