Soon, the night passed.
After eating their fill and resting up, Xia Ping and the others immediately left Yin Corpse City and set off for the distant Yin Corpse Mountain Range. The city was only two kilometers from the range, so they arrived in no time.
The closer they got to the Yin Corpse Mountain Range, the more Xia Ping noticed the air around them growing murky. A foul odor filled the air, mixed with the stench of rotting corpses.
Even the soil beneath their feet had turned black, like a swamp, bubbling and churning. Now and then, piles of white bones jutted out of the ground, making it seem as though they had entered hell.
"Be careful," Jiang Yaru warned gravely. "They say the air in the Yin Corpse Mountain Range contains a mild poison. If ordinary martial artists breathe it for too long, they'll fall ill and die of poisoning. We have to keep our true qi circulating at all times, forming a protective shield to block the toxins in the air.
"The soil is tainted with corpse poison, too. Don't touch it carelessly."
A transparent shield of true qi appeared around her, enveloping her from head to toe and keeping the outside air at bay. Ordinary poisons couldn't penetrate it; no evil could touch her.
Chu Rong, Nangong Wu, and Feng Hetang did the same, circulating their cultivation arts to form shields around their bodies. That was the only way to survive in the Yin Corpse Mountain Range. Martial Apprentices weren't even qualified to enter.
Xia Ping, however, had no need. His Northern Underworld Body Protection Art was constantly in motion, driving away the poisonous air of the Yin Corpse Mountain Range before it could get anywhere near him.
They raced onward and finally entered the Yin