Stepping past that fleeting instant of clarity, Mu Bai still saw thick fog hanging before his eyes. Chen Shichong remained trapped in the illusion, unconscious. Mu Bai sighed softly and laid Chen Shichong down against a rock.
So the Sword Sect of the Northern Plains had such a history. The Chen Household and the Beishan Household, which ruled the Sword Sect, had shared such a past. He hoped the Beishan Household would not betray the Chen Household's generations of wholehearted loyalty.
The rushing burble of a stream came from ahead. Mu Bai looked toward the sound and found meltwater from the ice beneath the Ice Abyss.
Looking closely at the flowing water, he saw strange creatures swimming within it, like drifting catkins. Mu Bai directed his Divine Sense toward them, but before it even touched the surface, the wisps of catkin arched and shuddered. In an instant, they gathered together, opened a huge, fanged mouth, and leaped out of the water, biting clean through a stretch of his Divine Sense.
Shocked, Mu Bai hurriedly withdrew his Divine Sense.
"What kind of Fierce Beast is this? It can actually devour Divine Sense?"
After several probes, Mu Bai discovered that these Flying-Catkin Beasts had neither hearing nor sight, yet their vigilance was extraordinarily keen. Moreover, they liked feeding on Divine Sense, making them an excellent means of catching an enemy unawares.
Wanting to capture them, Mu Bai took out a jade bottle and filled it with icy meltwater, then dropped a Soul-Feeding Pill inside, intending to lure the beasts into it.
Sure enough, these beasts had no consciousness and acted purely on instinct, sensing the pill's fragrance inside the bottle. This pill was a potent supplement for Divine Sense; how could the Flying-Catkin Beasts resist eating it? The catkins within several dozen