The stone path stretched a long way, and the farther they walked, the more red spider lilies grew on either side.
Su Jiu pressed her lips together, trying to keep everyone clearheaded with the Sound-Mixing Bell.
But she had still underestimated the red spider lilies.
As they ventured deeper, the fragrance of the red spider lilies grew increasingly rich. Even holding their breath could no longer do much good; the scent seemed capable of seeping through flesh and bone into their bodies.
Ultimately, the Sound-Mixing Bell's main function was to disrupt sound exceptionally well. It could do nothing against this fragrance.
Even if it could briefly clear the others' divine sense, it still could not stop the fragrance from continually invading their bodies.
As a result, many people alternated between moments of clarity and confusion.
After all, the stone path was only wide enough for seven or eight people, and among so many cultivators, some were a little too far from Su Jiu.
This weakened the Sound-Mixing Bell's effect further. Su Jiu had already noticed that some of the rogue cultivators lagging behind had begun to stray from the group.
Those with supplies on hand immediately took pills that could clear their minds. These flowers might not look lethal, but once anyone stepped into the Flower Garden, death was inevitable.
Su Jiu pressed her lips together. In truth, she was already beginning to feel that her strength fell short of what she wanted to do. It was not that she failed to notice people falling behind, but there were simply too many of them. The Sound-Mixing Bell had a fixed range; no matter how capable she was, she could not possibly look after everyone.
A flicker of mockery crossed Shen Qingyue's eyes.
Xia Jue glanced at Su Jiu, sighed, and