Chapter 492

After leaving the Ghost Domain forbidden land, Hua Changxi concealed her aura, silently creeping across the wasteland, swiftly approaching the towering, colossal fortress that spanned the sky at the horizon.

Along the way, Hua Changxi warily scanned her surroundings.

Above, the sky held no sun or moon—only stillness; gray mist churned in midair, carrying a bone-piercing chill; the ground underfoot was hard as iron, and the escaping cold seemed capable of instantly freezing the soul.

Walking through this place, every breath caused her physical body to endure unimaginable erosion.

All of this proclaimed a cruel truth: this land was inherently opposed to life, unable to tolerate the slightest trace of yang qi, and was by no means a place where the "living" could remain for long.

Hua Changxi condensed a wisp of ghost fire and covered her body with it. The cold flame, carrying the aura of the netherworld, barely formed a thin barrier around her, somewhat resisting the pervasive erosion inflicted by the Nine Nether Heaven and Earth on the "living."

As she continuously drew closer to the great fortress, ghosts began to appear along the road one after another.

However, most of these ghosts were merely wandering, solitary spirits. Upon seeing the ghost fire attached to Hua Changxi, they fled from afar, posing no threat to her.

It was not until a turbid, dark-yellow great river came into view that fierce ghosts with chilling auras began to appear on the road.

Yellow River?

No, not a river!

Hua Changxi shook her head, her gaze locked onto that dark-yellow river flowing across the land. The water was filthy and viscous, glowing with an eerie light, like a long-festering scar on the earth.

Strange, jagged rocks on the riverbank were piled like dry bones; black qi seeping from the crevices tangled with the yellow mist rising from the water surface, shrouding everything in a silent haze.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of water—only the pervasive stench of decay.

Just inhaling a little, Hua Changxi felt her soul tremble, as if billions of wronged spirits were silently howling beneath the water, trying to drag her into the river.

"It should be called the Yellow Springs!"

On both banks of the Yellow Springs, a yin wind howled, and countless fierce ghosts flickered in and out of the mist, their greedy, oil-green eyes scanning the passing living beings.

Hua Changxi did not rashly approach the riverbank; the ghost fire attached to her body managed to intimidate the fierce ghosts along the way.

In the Ghost Domain, any ghost clan that could control ghost fire was no ordinary character, considered a strong member of the ghost clan.

Relying on the disguise of the ghost fire, Hua Changxi walked along the Yellow Springs path, encountering almost no resistance.

However, not long into her stealthy advance, the air, which had been filled with a nauseating stench of decay, was abruptly tinged with a cloyingly sweet, exotic fragrance.

That fragrance held both the rich scent of a hundred flowers and the mellow intoxication of wine. The two were eerily intertwined, forming an invisible hook that struck the soul, tempting one to sink into intoxication.

Hua Changxi's heart tightened, and she instinctively held her breath.

Immediately after, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Those fierce ghosts that had been wandering and howling, along with the solitary, wandering spirits hidden deep in the gray mist, as if hearing some silent summons, vied to surge toward both banks of the Yellow Springs. They sat cross-legged in neat rows, facing the river, their expressions filled with a fervent piety.

The next moment, heaven and earth lost their color, leaving only a smear of scarlet that burned into Hua Changxi's eyes.

On both banks of the Yellow Springs, billions of blood-red flowers burst into bloom simultaneously. At first, only scattered specks of crimson appeared, but in an instant, like wildfire, they swept across every inch of the black soil on both shores.

The flowers were a shocking red—pure and resolute.

In the blink of an eye, the boundless sea of deep-red flowers completely submerged both banks of the Yellow Springs.

This overwhelming blood-red, beneath the dim sky, even reflected the turbid Yellow Springs water into a deep scarlet.

The sight was dazzling to the extreme, yet also eerie to the extreme—beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble, beautiful enough to take one's breath away.

Watching this scene, Hua Changxi's eyes quivered.

The red flower filaments were slender and curly, like countless hands reaching into the void, gently swaying in the breeze, scattering specks of crimson light dust.

This appearance brought three words to Hua Changxi's mind—Red Spider Lily.

Of course, how could the banks of the Yellow Springs lack the adornment of the Red Spider Lily?

Gazing at the ghost clan intoxicated by the fragrance of the Red Spider Lilies, then at the blood-red flowers, Hua Changxi felt a stirring urge.

Red Spider Lilies have the effect of stabilizing the soul and are one of the main materials for refining all kinds of soul pills.

Since she had encountered them, how could she leave empty-handed?

The next moment, Hua Changxi moved. Using the intimidating power of the ghost fire, she forcibly pushed open a path through the layers upon layers of ghost clan, approached the riverbank, and stood before the Red Spider Lilies.

"Hmm?"

As soon as she approached the Baihua, Hua Changxi noticed something unusual.

Baihua also have grades: low-grade is blood-red, medium-grade is dark red with purple, high-grade is deep red like ink, and supreme-grade is pure white like bone.

Generally speaking, most areas along the banks of the Yellow Springs only produce low-grade Baihua, with medium-grade being quite rare.

But at this moment, Hua Changxi saw many high-grade Baihua, and even several supreme-grade ones.

Hua Changxi swallowed. Supreme-grade Baihua can purify the Sea of Consciousness and the Primordial Spirit.

No matter what pollution the Sea of Consciousness and Primordial Spirit have suffered, it can be cleansed with one use — it is a top-grade soul plant that can only be found by luck, not sought!

Of course, she also noticed that all the ghost clan members automatically avoided the areas where high-grade and supreme-grade Baihua grew, only daring to stay in the zones where low-grade and medium-grade Baihua grew to absorb the floral fragrance.

This scene put Hua Changxi on alert; she knew that plucking a supreme-grade Baihua would certainly not be easy!

Just as Hua Changxi was pondering how to obtain a supreme-grade Baihua without causing a big commotion, a voice of astonishment drifted through the air.

"After all, this is the ancient path of the Yellow Springs — even the Baihua bloom so brilliantly."