Just as they had guessed earlier, Netherworld Ravine was not far from the summit.
Netherworld Ravine lay between two mountain hollows, with a stream flowing gently through it.
Netherworld Ravine was not as gloomy as its name suggested. Perhaps because of the Netherworld Flower, it was almost the only place on Netherworld Mountain that held any other colors.
The Netherworld Flower was a small black flower nestled in a crevice beside the mountain stream.
However, Netherworld Ravine lay between sheer cliffs a little farther down. To reach it, they would have to use Sword Control.
Su Jiu glanced at the cliff ahead and pursed her lips, feeling that something was amiss.
A trace of gravity appeared on Silver Snow's face as well.
To Su Jiu, Netherworld Mountain clearly was not very tall, yet when she looked down from here, she could not see the bottom.
Cultivators' eyes were unlike those of mortals. They could see a hundred times farther.
Yet even so, they could not see the bottom of this precipice. That was far too strange.
Even the farthest point Su Jiu could reach with her divine sense was merely a place shrouded in mist. Beyond that, her divine sense seemed to be blocked by something, unable to perceive anything at all.
Of course, it was not just Su Jiu. Everyone else encountered the same result.
Aside from that, there were the wisps of eerie mist rising from below.
The mist was peculiar. Once it rose, it did not disperse in all directions, but drifted toward Netherworld Ravine.
In the end, all of it merged into the ceaselessly flowing stream.
"The water in this stream seems to have condensed from that mist."
Chu Luohen knitted his brows and told Su Jiu beside him, "I'll go over first and see what's