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After leaving the forbidden area of ​​the Ghost Realm, Hua Changxi concealed his aura and silently moved across the wasteland, rapidly approaching the majestic fortress that stretched across the sky on the horizon.

Along the way, Hua Changxi warily scanned her surroundings.

Above the sky, the sun and moon were without light, only deathly silence remained; gray mist churned in mid-air, exuding a bone-chilling cold; the earth beneath one's feet was as hard as iron, and the emanating chill seemed capable of freezing one's soul in an instant.

Walking through it, every breath, the physical body is subjected to unimaginable erosion.

All of this reveals a cruel truth: this place is inherently incompatible with life, unable to tolerate even a trace of yang energy, and is definitely not a place where 'living people' can stay for long.

Hua Changxi condensed a cluster of ghost fire and covered her body with it. The icy flame, which carried the aura of the underworld, barely formed a thin barrier around her, slightly resisting the all-pervasive erosion of the Nine Netherworld on the 'living person'.

As they got closer to the giant fortress, ghosts began to appear along the way.

However, most of these ghosts were wandering spirits, and when they saw the ghost fire attached to Hua Changxi, they kept their distance and did not pose any threat to her.

It wasn't until a murky, dark yellow river came into view that some sinister ghosts appeared on the road.

Yellow River?

No, it's not a river!
Hua Changxi shook her head, her gaze fixed on the dark yellow river flowing across the land. The water was murky and viscous, shimmering with an eerie light, like a long-festering scar on the earth.

The riverbank is lined with jagged rocks, like piles of withered bones. Black mist seeping from the cracks in the rocks intertwines with the yellow fog rising from the water, shrouding everything in a deathly, hazy atmosphere.

There was no sound of wind or water, only the stench of decay permeating every nook and cranny.

After inhaling only a small amount, Hua Changxi felt a tremor in her soul, as if millions of wronged souls were silently howling at the bottom of the water, trying to pull her into the river.

"It should be called the Yellow Springs!"

On both sides of the Yellow Springs, the wind howled, and countless vengeful ghosts appeared and disappeared in the mist, their oily green eyes greedily scanning the passing creatures.

Hua Changxi did not approach the riverbank rashly. Relying on the ghost fire attached to his body, he managed to deter the fierce ghosts along the way.

In the Ghost Realm, those ghosts who can control ghost fire are no ordinary people; they can be considered among the strongest of the ghost race.

Using the disguise of the will-o'-the-wisp, Hua Changxi walked the road to the underworld with almost no obstacles.

However, after a short while, the nauseating stench of decay in the air was suddenly mixed with a strange, sweet fragrance.

The fragrance possessed both the rich aroma of a hundred flowers and the mellow, intoxicating scent of wine. The two intertwined mysteriously, transforming into an invisible hook that struck the very soul, enticing one to become intoxicated.

Hua Changxi felt a chill run down her spine and subconsciously held her breath.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The vengeful ghosts that had been wandering and howling, as well as the lonely souls hidden deep in the gray fog, seemed to hear some silent call. They rushed to both banks of the Yellow Springs, sat cross-legged in unison facing the river, and their expressions revealed a fanatical piety.

The next moment, the world lost its color, leaving only a splash of crimson that burned into Hua Changxi's eyes. On both banks of the Yellow Springs, billions of blood-red flowers bloomed simultaneously. At first, they were just a few scattered scarlet blossoms, but in an instant, they spread like wildfire, engulfing every inch of black soil on both banks.

The flowers were breathtakingly red, a pure and resolute red.

In the blink of an eye, the boundless sea of ​​crimson flowers completely engulfed both banks of the Yellow Springs.

This overwhelming crimson, under the dim sky, directly reflected the turbid Yellow Springs water into a deep red.

The scene was both dazzling and eerie, breathtakingly beautiful.

Hua Changxi watched this scene with a tremor in her eyes.

The long, curled stamens of the safflower resemble countless hands reaching into the void, swaying gently in the breeze and scattering specks of scarlet light.

This appearance brought three words to Hua Changxi's mind—the other shore flower.

Yes, how could the two banks of the Yellow Springs be without the embellishment of the red spider lily?

Looking at the ghosts who were intoxicated by the fragrance of the red spider lilies, and then at the blood-red spider lilies, Hua Changxi felt a little restless.

The red spider lily has the effect of stabilizing the soul and is one of the main materials for refining various soul pills.

Now that we've already met, how can we leave empty-handed?

The next moment, Hua Changxi moved. With the help of the ghost fire's intimidating power, she squeezed through the layers of ghosts and approached the riverbank, standing in front of the other shore flower.

"Ok?"

As soon as Hua Changxi got close to the spider lily, he noticed something was wrong.

The red spider lily also has different grades: the lowest grade is blood red, the middle grade is dark red with purple, the highest grade is deep red like ink, and the best grade is pure white like bone.

Generally speaking, only low-grade spider lilies are produced on both sides of the Yellow Springs; mid-grade ones are very rare.

But at this moment, Hua Changxi saw many high-quality spider lilies, and even a few top-quality spider lilies.

Hua Changxi swallowed hard. The top-grade Lycoris radiata can purify the sea of ​​consciousness and the primordial spirit.

No matter what kind of pollution the sea of ​​consciousness and primordial spirit have encountered, it can be cleared with one click. It is a top-level soul plant that is hard to come by!
Of course, she also noticed that all the ghosts automatically avoided the areas where high-grade and top-grade spider lilies grew, and only dared to stay in the areas where low-grade and mid-grade spider lilies grew to absorb their fragrance.

This scene alerted Hua Changxi. She knew that picking the finest Lycoris radiata would definitely not be easy!
Just as Hua Changxi was pondering how to obtain the finest Lycoris radiata without causing a commotion, a voice of astonishment drifted from the sky.

"This is truly the Ancient Road to the Underworld; even the spider lilies are blooming so brilliantly." (End of Chapter)