Behind them, surging waters flowed in mighty torrents, like a turbid yellow ribbon stretched across the void.
Sinister winds pressed close, cold pierced the bones, rank gusts struck their faces, and foul odors bored into their hearts.
Amid the churning waves,
countless aquatic monsters with sharp claws and fangs and savage appearances could dimly be seen, each itching to act, eyes gleaming wickedly, impatient to drag the convoy in the air into the muddy sea.
Yet they loathed the strange flower hanging over the Flood Dragon Carriage; its scent made them want to vomit.
After just a few breaths, that rich fragrance resembling fine sandalwood would burrow through their seven orifices and cling tightly even to their flowing blood, leaving these aquatic monsters clawing at their hearts and livers, wishing they could vomit up their very organs.
On one hand was the unbearable hunger and thirst in their bellies.
On the other,
they truly could not endure the rich fragrance wafting from that strange flower.
What smelled like sandalwood to Chen Heng and the others
was, to these aquatic monsters, the overpowering stench of an ancient cesspit fermenting under a blazing sun.
Even catching the faintest whiff
left their heads swimming, as though their very bodies had been befouled.
"They say that for any of the world's hundred poisons, an antidotal plant must grow within five paces. Though that is merely the opinion of those pedantic scholars outside the Earth Abyss, there is actually some truth to it."
Intent on showing off, Ding Wei raised a hand and pointed lightly, wagging his head as he said,
"Take the 'Tiger-Stripe Flower' hanging over the Flood Dragon Carriage. To ordinary sentient creatures, it is merely a strange flower that never withers or fades all year round, with, at most, a somewhat richer