Chapter 492

After leaving the Forbidden Land of the Ghost Territory, Hua Changxi restrained the aura around her body and moved silently across the wasteland, stepping closer and closer to the towering giant fortress that spanned the firmament at the edge of the sky.

Along the way, Hua Changxi scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Above the firmament, the sun and moon were without light, only dead silence; gray mist surged in mid-air, exuding bone-chilling cold; the earth beneath her feet was as hard as iron, and the escaping chill seemed capable of instantly freezing a soul.

Walking through it, every breath, her physical body was enduring unimaginable erosion.

All of this signaled a cruel truth: this territory was naturally incompatible with vitality and could not tolerate even a bit of Yang energy; it was definitely not a place where a 'living person' could stay for long.

Hua Changxi condensed a cluster of ghost fire and covered it on the surface of her body; that cold flame, which also carried the aura of the Underworld, barely supported a thin barrier around her, slightly resisting the pervasive erosion of the Nine Netherworlds heaven and earth against a 'living person'.

As she continuously approached the giant fortress, some ghosts began to appear on the road one after another.

However, most of these ghosts were lonely spirits and wild ghosts; seeing the ghost fire attached to Hua Changxi's body, they avoided her from afar and did not pose any threat to her.

Not until a turbid, dark yellow giant river appeared in her line of sight did some fierce ghosts with eerie auras appear on the road.

Yellow River?

No, not a river!

Hua Changxi shook her head, her gaze locked tightly on the dark yellow river flowing on the earth in front of her; the river water was filthy and viscous, glowing with an eerie faint light, like a long-festering scar on the earth.

The riverbank was rugged with strange rocks, like piled-up withered bones, and the black mist seeping from the crevices of the stones entangled endlessly with the yellow fog rising from the water surface, shrouding everything around in a dead, hazy silence.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of water, only the pervasive, rotting, fishy stench.

Just by inhaling a little, Hua Changxi felt a tremor in her soul, as if billions of wronged souls were silently roaring at the bottom of the water, trying to pull her into the river.

"It should be called the Huang Quan!"

On both banks of the Huang Quan, the yin wind howled, and countless fierce ghosts appeared and disappeared in the fog, their oily green eyes greedily scanning the living beings passing by.

Hua Changxi did not rashly approach the riverbank; relying on the ghost fire attached to her body, she actually deterred the fierce ghosts along the way.

In the Ghost Territory, members of the Ghost Clan who can manipulate ghost fire are not ordinary people and can be called powerful beings among the Ghost Clan.

Relying on the disguise of the ghost fire, Hua Changxi walked on the Huang Quan road and almost did not encounter any obstruction.

However, not long after sneaking, a trace of an exotic fragrance, sweet to the extreme, abruptly mixed into the originally nauseating, rotting, fishy stench in the air.

That fragrance had both the rich, fragrant scent of a hundred flowers and the intoxicating, mellow scent of wine. The two strangely intertwined, turning into an invisible hook that struck directly at the soul, tempting one to be intoxicated.

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

Immediately following, an eerie scene occurred.

Those fierce ghosts that were originally wandering and roaring, as well as the lonely spirits and wild ghosts hidden deep in the gray mist, seemed to have heard some kind of silent summons, and one after another, they scrambled to rush to both banks of the Huang Quan, sitting cross-legged in unison, facing the river surface, their expressions actually revealing a fanatical piety.

The next moment, heaven and earth lost their color, leaving only a flash of bright red that burned Hua Changxi's eyes.

Only to see that on both banks of the Huang Quan, billions of blood-red flowers bloomed in anger at the same time; at first, it was only a few scattered scarlet points, but in an instant, it was like a prairie fire, sweeping across every inch of black soil on both banks.

That flower was red to the point of being breathtaking, red to the point of being pure and resolute.

In the blink of an eye, the boundless sea of crimson flowers completely submerged both banks of the Huang Quan.

This overwhelming blood-red, under the dim firmament, directly reflected the turbid Huang Quan water into a deep crimson.

This scene was gorgeous to the extreme, and also eerie to the extreme; it was beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble, beautiful enough to make one suffocate.

Hua Changxi looked at this scene, her eyes trembling.

The red flower filaments were thin, long, and curled, like countless hands reaching into the void, swaying gently in the breeze, scattering points of scarlet light dust.

This appearance made three words emerge in Hua Changxi's mind—the Other Shore Flower.

That's right, on both banks of the Huang Quan, how could there be a lack of the embellishment of the Other Shore Flower.

Looking at the members of the Ghost Clan intoxicated by the fragrance of the Other Shore Flowers, and then looking at the blood-red Other Shore Flowers, Hua Changxi was somewhat eager to try.

The Other Shore Flower has the effect of stabilizing the soul and is one of the main materials for refining various soul pills.

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

The next moment, Hua Changxi moved; relying on the deterrent power of the ghost fire, she forcibly squeezed out a path from the three layers of Ghost Clan members inside and outside, approached the riverbank, and placed herself before the Other Shore Flowers.

"Hmm?"

As soon as she approached the Other Shore Flowers, Hua Changxi discovered something unusual.

The Other Shore Flowers also have grades: low-grade are scarlet like blood, mid-grade are dark red with purple, high-grade are deep red like ink, and top-grade are pure white like bone.

Generally speaking, both banks of the Huang Quan mostly only nurture low-grade Other Shore Flowers, and mid-grade ones are rarely seen.

But at this moment, Hua Changxi saw quite a few high-grade Other Shore Flowers, and even saw a few top-grade Other Shore Flowers.

Hua Changxi swallowed her saliva; top-grade Other Shore Flowers can purify the sea of consciousness and the primordial spirit.

No matter what kind of pollution the sea of consciousness and the primordial spirit have suffered, they can be cleared with one click; they are top-tier soul plants that are hard to come by!

Of course, she also discovered that all members of the Ghost Clan automatically avoided the areas where high-grade and top-grade Other Shore Flowers grew, only daring to stay in the areas where low-grade and mid-grade Other Shore Flowers grew to absorb the fragrance.

This scene made Hua Changxi vigilant; she knew that wanting to pick the top-grade Other Shore Flowers would certainly not be easy!

Just as Hua Changxi was thinking about how to obtain the top-grade Other Shore Flowers without causing a big commotion, an exclamation drifted over from the air.

"It truly is the Ancient Road of the Huang Quan; the Other Shore Flowers are blooming so gorgeously."