"No wonder they call it the nether underworld. It really is a gloomy place."
"Isn't that stating the obvious? The Underworld lies on the dark side of this universe, with lunar yin shining overhead all year round. It would be strange if it weren't gloomy."
"Whatever the case, we can't stay here for long. Lately, I've felt my cultivation growth grinding to a halt, and my body keeps feeling out of sorts. If we stay much longer, I might fall ill."
On a steep cliff face, several Qi Refining cultivators moved as nimbly as antelopes, occasionally tapping their toes against the rock to leap and shift their positions.
Their expressions were relaxed, and they chatted as they went.
The surrounding rocks and soil were no different from those of the human world in the Yang Realm. Even moss and mushrooms appeared here and there. Occasionally, unknown strange insects and candle-flame-shaped ghost spirits emerged, filling the place with a different kind of thriving life.
Yet, perhaps because of the peculiar nature of the Netherworld Soil, a lingering layer of blood mist always shrouded the surroundings. A faint bloody odor drifted through the air, like yin wind baleful intent silently creeping in.
Thus, after a while, these cultivators, who clearly possessed qi refining peak cultivation, stopped and called to one another, "Let's rest first. The blood soul baleful intent here is getting thicker."
This substance originated from the Nether River and was a product of the Impure Land at the bottom.
Since it could penetrate a world's barrier and seep into the Middle Netherworld, one could only imagine how dense it was in the Impure Land of the lower Underworld.
Unlike yin wind baleful intent, which eroded souls, this substance possessed the power to erode and transform flesh. In a certain sense,