Wraiths.
Most were beings formed after Ghost Cultivators suffered cultivation deviation. Wraiths had no consciousness of their own; they knew only endless slaughter, driven by their thirst for blood.
For ordinary cultivators, both undead water and Wraiths were extraordinarily dangerous.
One could even say that very few ordinary cultivators ever made it out of Netherworld Mountain alive.
And that was without even mentioning the powerful Demon Beasts that inhabited the mountain.
"Has no one ever come out of there?"
Chu Mojin took a swig of wine and shook his head. "Perhaps someone has, but I've never heard anything about it." He paused briefly. "Besides, selfishly speaking, I don't want you to go."
After all, he wasn't even sure whether the remaining half of the spirit herbs in the Medicine Garden would be enough to save Su Jiu a second time.
But could Su Jiu stay away?
The answer was naturally no.
Su Jiu exchanged a few more words with Chu Mojin and Chu Luohen before leaving Ice Veil Peak for the Enforcement Hall.
After all, she still had some things she wanted to ask her senior brother.
After Su Jiu left, silence settled between the two fellow disciples.
Only after a long while did Chu Mojin slowly speak. "The seal on the Nightfall Cold Pool is loosening again."
To be precise, it had shown faint signs of loosening ever since Su Jiu and the others emerged from the Nightfall Cold Pool. Those signs had merely become increasingly obvious lately.
"Are you going this time too?"
"What else can I do? Without me, there won't be enough people."
Chu Luohen pressed his lips together. "Is it about to begin?"
A trace of mockery entered Chu Mojin's usually flippant voice. "Who knows?" Just whom that mockery was aimed at was unclear.
"Is