White mist billowed, the dense fog impossible to disperse.
Everywhere along the Yellow Springs' other shore exuded sinister strangeness. The three Xiao brothers hesitated as they looked on, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
Reason told them this place was perilous and not to be rashly entered. Reason also told them it was far too perilous and had to be eliminated as soon as possible; otherwise, Shendu would know no peace, and the Xiao Clan would suffer a disaster like having the firewood yanked from beneath the cauldron.
The three exchanged a glance and decided to investigate.
Since they had come all this way, they at least had to get to the bottom of it and test its depths.
Xiao Feng often moved about underground. Besides the Xiao Clan's inherited ultimate arts, he had also learned several techniques for concealing himself from others. With a wave of his hand, he swept up a gust of yin wind and parted the thick fog ahead.
He grabbed a handful of wind and sniffed its saltiness, then coughed repeatedly. "The deathly aura is dense. It extinguishes vitality. Living people cannot enter without suitable techniques or protective treasures."
Whether the river before them was the River of Forgetfulness could not yet be determined, but its deathly aura was so dense that even a goose feather could not float on it. Any living being who set foot upon it would immediately sink to the bottom and earn itself an elegant seat on the riverbed.
Xiao Qiushui lacked an appropriate technique, so he leaped onto Xiao Feng's back. Recalling the past, he remembered the game of riding piggyback that the two brothers had played as children, and a nostalgic expression came over his face.
Xiao Feng remembered it too. Since Xiao Qiushui had always been the