The mire was far more than just foul-smelling.
Since it never saw sunlight, countless streams of yin and foul energy had accumulated here, forming a virulent poison.
Should an ordinary Cultivator come into contact with even a speck of this mire, the poison would corrode them to the bone within moments. Their flesh and blood would turn to pus, and they would perish utterly, their Dao extinguished.
At this moment, Qin Xueyun was submerged in the mire. Her body was corroding at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in many places, her stark white bones were already exposed.
The instant blood spilled, it was absorbed and devoured by the mire.
Moreover, ripples would occasionally stir in the putrid sludge around her. Black worms, as thick as chopsticks and as long as a pinky finger, writhed through the water, drawn by the scent of blood before burrowing into Qin Xueyun's flesh.
Qin Xueyun's body trembled. The intense agony nearly caused her to pass out time and time again.
