Black clouds pressed low overhead; Jiang Feng had no idea whether it was night or day.
Within Nether Valley, day and night were impossible to distinguish.
When the frigid wind surged through the gorge, the surrounding temperature plummeted.
Jiang Feng had no choice but to stop, find a relatively secluded spot, and build a fire to warm himself.
The farther inward he went, the wider the gorge became. Though he could still see the towering cliffs on either side, he no longer felt that suffocating pressure of having no way to escape.
Perhaps because a beast tide had just occurred, Jiang Feng had not encountered a single divine beast along the way.
That left Jiang Feng somewhat disappointed!
His purpose in entering Nether Valley was to temper himself through cultivation.
Without divine beasts to hone himself against, what was the point of cultivating?
Besides, after walking for so long, he was already hungry!
If he still could not find a divine beast to kill, he might actually starve to death in Nether Valley.
That would be rather ridiculous.
Not killed by the divine beasts of Nether Valley, but starved to death instead—how miserable would that be?
Jiang Feng decided he needed to find something to eat, even if it was only a few plant fruits.
Just as he was preparing to put out the campfire and leave, an aura darted into the range of his senses.
"Hmm?" With a cry of surprise, Jiang Feng looked in that direction.
A divine beast was slowly walking toward him.
This divine beast was precisely one of the Pixiu from the beast tide!
Jiang Feng noticed that this Pixiu had already suffered severe injuries. The wound had clearly been inflicted by a cavalry lance during a charge.
Apparently, it was a Pixiu that had