As Fang Ji had said, the path through the Yin Yang Scorpion Pit started out on flat ground. As long as you were careful, even a mortal wouldn't lose their way. For a group of cultivators like them, it posed no difficulty at all.
But before long, they rounded a mountain spur and the view opened up into an immense valley.
Only a narrow ridge, barely two inches wide, stretched across the valley to the other side.
One side of the ridge was bitterly cold, the other seething with heat. The divide between them was as clear as a riverbank, as if fire and water could never coexist.
Perhaps because they were closer to the glowing orb overhead, its influence on both sides was stronger, and the two forces canceled each other out more. Though the exposed rocks on either side were still affected by cold and heat, the conditions weren't as extreme as they had been on the flat ground.
On the cold side, only a thin layer of ice had formed. On the hot side, only waves of heat shimmered in the air.
The two sides of the valley had one thing in common: a short distance beneath the ridge, the depths were filled with multicolored miasma.
The miasma was so dense that they couldn't see what lay within, but they could hear countless rustling noises, like silkworms munching on leaves or snakes and insects slithering through the undergrowth. The sounds were soft and constant, enough to make their skin crawl.
"Be careful." Even Ouyang Xianxing grew solemn. She turned her head to warn Pei Ling before following Fang Ji onto the narrow ridge.
Pei Ling's face had gone a little pale. He hesitated, then gingerly stepped onto the ridge.
The ridge was not only incredibly narrow; once