Following the route extracted from the Demon King's memories, Chu Bai led the members of Ironblood Hall in a quiet change of direction through the sunless Ten Thousand Bones Blood Miasma.
The blood-colored miasma around them remained impossibly thick, while the blood mud beneath their feet made nauseating, sticky squelches.
Lei Wu and the others followed close behind Chu Bai, scarcely daring to breathe.
They soon discovered that although the route their Supreme Venerable chose twisted and turned, sometimes even requiring them to stand still for half an incense stick, it was astonishingly safe.
Several times, Lei Wu realized in despair that Chu Bai had led them away from the "safe shortcuts" marked on the Wang Household's incomplete map.
Yet when they passed those supposed shortcuts, the sights they encountered made every elite of Ironblood Hall draw a sharp breath.
Deep within one canyon marked as unobstructed on the incomplete map, an enormous black storm eye hovered silently.
The storm eye made no sound, but its center was filled with crisscrossing rifts in the void.
A sinister gust swept past, lifting half the skeleton of an ancient beast, as large as a small mountain, from the ground. The moment those bones entered within a hundred zhang of the storm eye, an invisible strangling force annihilated them without leaving so much as a speck of dust.
Even a mighty Purple Abode Realm cultivator caught in that purely destructive spatial power would likely suffer the destruction of both body and Dao.
"Gulp..."
Lei Wu swallowed with difficulty, realizing that cold sweat had already soaked his back. Without Chu Bai to guide them, following the Wang Household's map would have left even their ashes scattered into the turbulent void by now.
He looked at the azure-robed figure ahead, stepping upon the phantom of