"Elder Chi, there's a huge ditch up ahead!"
Another day, north of Black Valley, a group flew among the mountains.
A streak of flight light suddenly descended. It was a young Foundation Establishment True Disciple, reporting to Chi Yingting, who was surrounded by the others.
"Let's take a look."
A grave expression appeared on Chi Yingting's face as he gave the order.
The group flew in that direction.
Before long, a small river more than a hundred feet wide appeared before them.
Rather than a river, it looked more like an artificially excavated ditch, filled with great quantities of silt mixed with foul, bloody filth that resembled a heap of rotting minced flesh.
Mixed into the swamp mud, it gave off a nauseating stench of decay without cease, like smoke rising from a bonfire.
"That's fucking disgusting. Those Demonic Path bastards do nothing but cook up underworld horrors!"
"It stinks so badly. Nothing but foul smoke and miasma..."
Those of the Incense Path loved fragrance and hated foul odors. At the sight, they could not help frowning-even the Divine Incense Gate disciples, who had studied stench most extensively, were no exception.
Chi Yingting said, "This stuff again... Find its source."
"Yes!" everyone answered.
Before long, they discovered something ahead.
"Found it! Over here!"
Everyone hurried over. Soon, upstream from the ditch, they saw a deep well roughly ten feet across, constantly spewing bloody water.
This was the Netherworld Sect's handiwork: an outlet for bloody water, constructed through some unknown means and called the Netherworld Well.
They had already discovered several such Netherworld Wells over the past few days.
The region north of Black Valley abounded in mountains and waterways, and many rivers shared sources that flowed through this area. By drawing nether river water from the Impure Land near the