Although Hun Changqing was strong enough to force his way straight in, his temperament made him reluctant to invite unnecessary trouble. Taking Medusa with him, he concealed himself in the void and slipped silently into the mountain range, attracting no particular attention along the way.
When they reached the deepest reaches of the Nether Serpent Earth Vein, an immense, dark chasm appeared before them. It was a thousand feet wide and seemingly bottomless. Astonishingly frigid air howled incessantly from its depths like fierce gales. An ordinary expert would have felt even their blood and Dou Qi freezing solid merely by standing there.
To Hun Changqing, however, this chill was nothing special. It could not even compare to his bathwater or the cold water he used to brew his fruit tea. Medusa, on the other hand, trembled slightly, her face paling. With her current strength, she still struggled to withstand such cold. This was also why Hun Changqing never bathed with her-she could not endure it.
This chasm was the sacred ground of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, as well as the dwelling place of its senior members.
Hun Changqing casually sent a strand of energy into Medusa's body, shielding her from the pervasive, frigid air rising from the chasm. Then he began probing its depths with his senses and soon detected a familiar presence.
It belonged to the little green snake who had chosen to enter the Nine Netherworld Python Clan and develop on her own back then. Sensing that her aura remained stable, Hun Changqing felt slightly relieved. He then planned to take Medusa to search the Nine Nether Yellow Springs for the inheritance left behind by the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python before going to find the little green snake.
Before Hun Changqing could move, however, a terrifying surge