Morning mist hung like gauze, wrapping around the outer edges of the netherworld valley. Hu Yuan held the token given by Yunzhongzi in his palm. The characters "Yuxu" gleamed faintly in the sunlight, while the Big Dipper constellation pattern on the back flickered in and out of view. "Let's go," he said, turning to look at Xuanyuan Liting. "Although this token grants passage, hidden dangers surely lurk within the valley."
Xuanyuan Liting nodded, the Ice Soul Sword unholstered by three inches, its biting chill instantly freezing the surrounding dewdrops: "With me here, no harm will come to you." Xiaobai squatted on Hu Yuan's shoulder, its nine fox tails swaying alertly as its fox fire burned holes through the mist ahead.
The moment they stepped into the valley entrance, a foul stench mixed with sulfur and rotting flesh hit them head-on, nearly making their throats heave with nausea. In the distance, a mountain wall suddenly roared as gravel collapsed, the ground shaking violently as a three-zhang-tall netherworld wolf burst from the earth. Its body was wrapped in viscous black miasma, jagged bone spurs grew from the ends of its limbs, and its blood-red pupils reflected the figure of its prey, revealing two rows of barbed, sharp teeth inside its wide-open maw.
Chapter 349