The three of them journeyed westward, and the demonic miasma in the air grew increasingly oppressive. The once-verdant mountain forests had withered and decayed, the stream water rippled with an eerie dark red, and even the passing wind carried the scent of corruption.
"The demonic miasma here is even worse than what Zhao Wuji described." Huo Wu flickered a wisp of Nirvana True Flame at her fingertips, burning away the encroaching miasma to nothingness. "Ordinary cultivators would likely fall into corruption after staying here for half a day."
Ling Xiao's brow was locked in a tight frown, his golden pupils reflecting the roiling black fog in the distance. "It seems we are approaching the territory of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion."
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