After skirting the [Deathless Poison Marsh] and the vast colony of Strange Creatures to the east, Chu Bai followed the route extracted from a creature's lingering memories. Like an incorporeal gray ghost, he slipped soundlessly into a long, narrow, shadowed gorge.
The gorge resembled a bottomless scar torn across the earth.
Cliffs towered into the clouds on either side, their dark red surfaces seemingly scorched by some unimaginable heat and covered in savage fissures that looked as though blades and axes had hacked them open.
The terrain was so cramped that the faint light of the two broken blood moons could not reach inside. The gorge never saw daylight, and a thin layer of gray-black miasma permeated it.
Although the creature's memories indicated that this gorge was currently the safest passage north, with no organized colonies of high-tier Strange Creatures occupying it, Chu Bai did not let down his guard in the slightest.
Even a lion used its full strength to catch a rabbit, let alone in a place of certain death that even the Great Zhou Law Net could not penetrate.
His toes brushed the ground lightly. Each leap carried him dozens of zhang, yet he made not even the faintest whisper through the air, nor stirred a trace of ash from the ground.
His vast, keen divine sense maintained a hemispherical perimeter a thousand zhang in radius, silently surveying everything in the darkness.
The spatial pressure here is stronger than outside. Even the resentment in the gray fog has grown thicker.
Chu Bai assessed his surroundings inwardly. It was so quiet that he could hear only his own deliberately suppressed heartbeat, which beat just once every hour.
Yet after he had crept along the gorge wall for roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, an